The twins, Asher and Issachar were butting heads this afternoon.
In the wild, Rams do this when ewes are in heat, to determine which male will mate with them. But Asher and Issachar are both wethers, castrated male sheep. For them, it’s a show of dominance.
(I won’t be picking up my wool this weekend, but hopefully next Sunday.)
The boys are growing up. Even without the nards they somehow know the drill. Such cuties.
who is the dominant one? or is Liam still top dog? it’s fun to learn more about sheep from your posts.
I do think it’s still Liam who is in charge. He doesn’t seem to need to do much to show it though.
Maria,
I meant to send this poem when you wrote about your newest (and very beautiful) moth quilt. Thought you might smile with White Moths by Jacqueline Suskin, ‘The Edge of the Continent -Vol 1–The Forest’
I like it
when a small
white moth
gets trapped
behind my glasses,
fluttering
for a moment
so close to my eye.
A glimpse of a ghost?
A pale dot in the dark.
Dainty pilgrims
amazed by fire,
I too watch the candle
burn each night,
but don’t need to touch
the flame to know it well.
Oh lovely Carole, Thank you.
No chance that they may be playing? Lol….I have no clue…
No, not play Lori, but they’re not hurting each other either. I believe it’s more instinct working itself out without the outcome.
The difference in how they hold their bodies taut before ramming and how sheep hold themselves regularly is fascinating. They remind me of Bighorn sheep high on the cliffs. Quite majestic.
It is very telling isn’t it Trish. These two are working on the same instinct they just don’t need it to survive anymore.