The Weekly Bleat
With cooler mornings, we often find our sheep waiting for us by the paddock gate. Apparently, they possess some kind of built-in sensor that indicates if the thermometer dips below 40 degrees F., because they seem to have an uncanny way of knowing it’s grain treat weather. We can usually look out of the kitchen window as day breaks and see these little woollies staring toward the house; and, as soon as we step onto the front porch, the baahs and bleating begin. There is NO peace on Green Hill Farm until grain is served!
Oh, Hamish! 🙂
Categories: Reflections on Farm Life