I let each newest ewe-and-twins group free-range over the gardens to find something to nibble at. The hens joined in - as hens will.
But towards the end of the month the sun began to appear, things warmed up, we all began to think maybe spring would start one day.
The sheep have eaten hardly any of that September hay this winter. It's obviously tasteless and lacking real nourishment. They have grazed and grazed the grass till it's barely more than roots and stubble, and apparently have done well on it! I had no idea that sheep could get by on so little. There's always something new to learn. But now I don't know what to do with all that hay . . . . .
