The sheep and donkeys are not happy with the March snow. Even though it’s melting the ground is still covered. Without me to follow, they’re not inclined to go all the way into the back pasture to chew on bushes and vines.
So they nibble on the logs I put in the polebarn from the apple tree and make a lot of noise every time they see or hear me.
It is something to hear when all the sheep start baaing at the same time. No two sound alike and the variety of sounds they make is impressive. Some baas are soft and gentle (although none as soft as Pumpkin’s was) others are low and booming and some hoarse and scratchy.
This morning they dug into the second-cut hay, wearing as much of it as they ate.
