Sheep are terrible. These rams, like any sheep, want to get the tastiest morsels in the hay. In order to do that, they feel they must stick their heads in to the bottom, where the fine leaves fall through and there are no stems to worry about. That, that sweet and bitter smorgasbord or no straws or stems to worry about is what they love. But, the hay contaminates their fleece. Feeding them on the ground is still the best stolution. It does prevent the wool around their necks from being damaged by sticking their heads through a feeder to the extent they nearly skin themselves, again, trying to find the best morsels which of course, in their minds are not at the top or easily accessed. The females are much worse than these four boys. Here Dominique, the Dorset, has a wreath around his neck. The hay has lots of mature alfalfa stems that are coarse and stay together. He put his head in and pulled it out decorated. These four rams are the breeding rams for the farm. Next year, in addition, there will be an Icelandic and a Finn cross. The Dorset is for sale, but he has a tail and it seems that people somehow think that sheep do not have tails. Farmers dock the tails of new born lambs with an elastic that is so tight it constrictst the blood to the tail and it falls off. When the elastic is applied, the lambs cry and cry and do everything they can think of to stop the terrible pain. I can only imagine. I don't do it anymore. Sheep have tails for a reason. If they are sheared and kept clean, there is no danger of maggots in the dung from the tail area, at least no more danger than a long wool sheep without a tail. Anyhow, here he is in his splendour, wearing his new fashion statement of a spring hay wreath. What fun!
Fluffy writes daily about the experiences on the farm and with the bed and breakfast patrons.