We are still having a very mild winter. There’s an inch or two of snow on the ground — in some places (in the shade of trees, on the north side of buildings and bushes, etc.) — but it’s pretty thin and patchy for late January. A chinook seems to be coming blowing in because we’re having a warm up (again) for the next few days.
Given all this, we decided to move the sheep to new pasture. They’ve been on the west side of the house since around Thanksgiving. They’ve had plenty of room to move and decent grass, all things considered.
But it’s getting pretty poopy in the pasture, particularly in the places where they hang out a lot. In addition, because there is so little snow, they are actually beating up the ground a bit with their hooves and munching. More snow would protect the pasture. Finally, they’ve eaten the remaining green grass.
We spent about 3 hours this afternoon doing a big sheep move. Ron did most of it. I helped. And during some slow points where he didn’t really need an assistant, I moved more poopy sheep hay to the compost.
It was hilarious watching the sheep move into the new pasture. At first they were pretty nervous, especially going over the gravel driveway. Then they gained confidence, particularly once Spot took the lead.
And then they got positively sheep hyper.
According to some farmer-writers, sheep “sproing.” They do this leaping, jumping, funny leg movement thing that is impossible to put into words. We call it “the bouncies.”
At any rate, they sproinged and bounced across the meadow several times. It sure seems like they were excited to be in new pasture. Since they’ve gotten over there, they’ve walked all over the place. The little cartoon bubbles over their heads seem to say: “look! green grass! yum! oh look! more grass! oh look! over there! yummy grass!” They aren’t grazing in any one place for very long. They keep moving around from one patch to another, not sure which one is best.