Yesterday I moved the sheep to the bottom of the south pasture to start the new pasture improvement program. The sheep grazed this area a month ago, and then Kyle mowed the weeds off. (Yes, I’m aware that a month is not long enough to avoid parasites. I’ll worm the flock more often this summer.)
The spring flush of new grass is past. We haven’t had a lot of rain. To top it off, this section has particularly low fertility; thus, it has not regrown much. I put the sheep on it yesterday morning with plenty of hay.
They were happy to drink cool fresh water as I filled the trough from the truck.
But their main reaction appeared to be shocked disbelief. They ignored the hay and scavenged among the short weeds.
All day long as I passed the pen, working on chores, they cried at me reproachfully.
I had to remind myself over and over that fresh hay, alfalfa pellets, clean water, and bright sunshine were not a cruelty.