It's fascinating to watch the ongoing soap opera that is my sheep's daily life. Since the arrival of the lambs, subtle but interesting shifts in the flock hierarchy have occurred. I had taken the first step - I lowered the entryway space to the main hoop house so that Hoosier couldn't get his wide butt in there and take up all the room.
During better weather (all three hours of it that we've had since Sunday), Flora, Freyda and their lambs nestle down in the primo real estate under the big pine tree. Everyone else is catch-as-catch-can. Once the rain really starts coming down, the Grand Dames and offspring sashay into the main hoop house and oust anyone already in residence. That leaves Bartie, Juno and Coco(nut) to shuttle to the not-as-nice hoop house. Which then puts Hoosier back outside under the tree. And so it goes.
The little black-faced ewe lamb (who's name seems to be developing into Sally) is very vocal and has figured out that the hoop house = warm + dry. She spent some time this morning going into the hoop house and bleating for her mother to follow. Flora, however, was hock-deep into her breakfast hay. Sally gave up and went back under the tree. She tried, ever more loudly, to convince her mother to move three more times. Flora finally gave up and followed her in, to find that I'd hung hay in hay bags. She never looked back.
It is waaay too much fun watching those lambs. I almost forgot to go to work today!