I was in the back of the house tonight and heard the sheep yelling their heads off. This is not a normal pattern so I hurried out to the back to see what on earth was going on. They were yelling at Ian - so crazy - so I ran back in for the camera.
He apparently has gotten into the habit of pulling tumble mustard and throwing it over the fence for them in the evening. Actually, I think the habit is their's, given the intensity of their interest. He's just weeding.
And they're happy to help.
Frightened by their arch llama, the sheep have scattered, all but George, who thinks he's a llama.
Zephie, one of the z-girls, is stunned. "You mean he's not a llama?!"
When the market is satisfied, so are the Sage Creek Farm critters.
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