Went out to feed between my second and third trips to town this evening....and found three hens in the sheep pen. Normally, not a problem, but while trying to get them in their rightful spot, the sheep came running out from their dinner. Soon I had three sheep in the chicken run, and three hens in the sheep run.
Getting them out with the ram butting his way into things - not so easy.
Fortunately, I had the sense to bring his halter. He realizes that the halter means no more butting - plus, he can't get far enough away to get a good run in. So instead, he snuggles up and rubs ram smell all over my jeans.
Oh well, somewhere in their the three hens found their way back in, and I chased the lambs out, and everyone was restored to their rightful place.
Off to pick up number three child from his Wednesday evening activity. Hoping number one child is sufficiently recovered from her bout with gastrointestinal illness so that when she cooks dinner, no one else gets sick. Because that would be an awful way for all of us to spend Spring Break (only two more days - not that I am counting, or anything like that!)