I got the sheep and the goats separated. It was a miracle! No, REALLY.
I got to thinking about a couple problems. One, I can’t have the goats regularly in the field in front of the barn. They assail the gate, climb the steps to the hay loft, barge into the alleyway in the barn. AND MORE. You can hardly get in and out of the field because all seven of them are hanging on the gate the instant they see your approach. So, I put the goats (and sheep) back in the regular goat yard for the time being, planning to only allow them back into the field in front of the barn ON THEIR WAY to the barn in the case of a big snowstorm.
Separating the sheep and goats is kind of a problem. It means holding BACK goats while taking OUT sheep. Yeah. Right. I need ten people for that. I put them together when we got here because I only had one field ready for them. Then I fenced in the field in front of the barn and had two fields, but–
Anyway, the other problem is that sheep and goats really don’t go together. Oh, sure, they get along. But sheep can’t have copper, so they can only have a salt block, while goats NEED copper and need a mineral block. This means salt block for everyone, no copper for the goats. Not the best situation, but I don’t want to kill the sheep.
Then I had a DUH brainstorm and thought, I should get the SHEEP in the field in front of the barn. The sheep don’t clamor at the gate. They wouldn’t be a problem in there. That’s just the goats. BUT. That means separating the sheep and goats. Only Morgan was spending the night with a friend, so I thought, I’ll wait till Morgan gets home and we’ll PRETEND we’re ten people and have a go at it.
Meanwhile, the goats and sheep managed to knock over their water bucket, so I tossed them some hay and opened the gate to their field to turn over the bucket. The goats went at the hay like there was no tomorrow and the sheep started running toward me.
What? What? Sheep usually run AWAY from people. I stepped aside, and whoosh, the sheep ran right through the gate, into the field in front of the barn. I shut the gate, goats safely on the other side, heads in the hay.
I couldn’t have planned that if you’d given me a million years and ten THOUSAND people.
Sometimes this farmering thing is so easy.
OHMYGOD. I’M GOING TO BE STRUCK BY LIGHTNING.