So, here’s a typical winter morning out on Rising Moon Farm.
Here they are again,
Here’s what happens. As they eat hay from the feeders, they pull it out and drop it. They walk around with it in their mouths and drop it. Soon there’s an island of hay in the snow. (The hay’s totally wasted, I might add, since now that they’ve walked and peed on it, they don’t want to eat it. Go figure.) Then it snows on top of the hay. Then more hay goes down. Then more snow.
Some people think that sheep need access to a barn all year long, that it’s cruel to keep them outside.
These girls are carrying their own barns on their backs, about five inches of wool. They are wrapped in about eight pounds of the stuff. And when they lay down at night to sleep, they are so warm that the heat from their body melts through the snow, revealing hay from the layer below.
Voila! Hay circles.
The sheep do go into the barn during ice storms, since these can be nasty. And after they’ve been sheared the end of March, they need shelter because they no longer carry their own with them. But otherwise, our girls are content to hang out in the snow.
Now if we could just get them to stop wasting all that hay by spreading it around.
Backing off now…