Some of them are too busy eating hay, but the others who have had their fill watch me. I’m closing the gate to the pasture where they have been grazing all day.
When we had the pastures brush hogged the tall grass got cut down to a very edible size for the sheep who like to eat low. And even though the grass has less nutrition than in the spring and summer, the sheep still have nice big bellies from grazing.
They made some noise when I left, perhaps complaining that the gate was closed or wanting more grain.
“You’ve had enough for today,” I tell them.
I think of the Unions striking and forming all round the country. Would they if they could, I wonder.
They only settle when they don’t see me anymore. Then they go back to doing what sheep do when the person who feeds them isn’t around.
