The lambs are finally old enough that I feel OK about letting them go across the creek with the ewes to our big pasture. This is an 8 acre field with lots of grass and clover; the sheep are always very happy to be out in it.
Sammy, of course, is always with them when they head out to pasture in the morning. He'll check out the whole pasture to make sure there are no threats to his sheep.
Yesterday I sold 2 of my Leicester Longwool ewe lambs to a new breeder in MD so my flock is down to 13 lambs. I had a big panic last evening when I went to count & shut the sheep in for the night. It was not quite dark with a half moon overhead so there was plenty of light to count sheep. OK, all 10 ewes are in. Counting 1, 2, 3 ... 11, 12 lambs. Count again ... 12 lambs. Count again! Oh, no! A lamb is missing; PANIC! Wait; what's that dark shadow over there? Oh, yes, Onyx! I keep forgetting I now have a black sheep who doesn't glow in the dark like all her white relatives. What a relief!
Onyx with her mama, Holly.