When I got home this afternoon, I immediately opened the gate to let the sheep out to pasture and hay. (I keep them close to the barn in the daytime while I’m gone for their safety.) One ewe didn’t want to leave the barn. I waited, gate open, but she didn’t move. I closed the gate. She then started to get nervous, moved as close as she could to the other sheep, and started calling them.
I went back out and opened the gate. She didn’t want to leave. I chased her out with the others anyway.
She was waiting at the gate with the others to come back to the barn at dusk. I put out the feed, and opened the gate. She declined food, and went into another pasture, shortly followed by another ewe. I closed the gate, went inside to cook, then back outside to check for lambs. The other ewe wanted back in with the other sheep, and I could hear the high-pitched cries of two newborn lambs calling “Maaaaaaa Maaaaaaa”. A quick examination revealed two healthy-appearing male lambs. I carried hay and grain out to momma sheep who is still more interested in her lambs than her food. (An older mother would be more interested in her food than her lambs!) I’m a little worried about the lambs finding the spigots before becoming chilled but, as SwampMan says, that ain’t my job. Momma sheep needs to worry ’bout THAT.
*sigh* We still don’t have any grass to speak of thanks to the unseasonably cold weather. The sheep should be up to their tails in grass and clover but nooooooo. I’m feeding lots and lots of hay. Lots of stinging nettles, though, damnit. And a good shot of a fence that needs replacing over spring break and the neighbors’ places on the other side of the horse pasture.