We pulled the rams from their groups and tied them in the trailer for the move back to the upper barns. We brought in all the other rams who didn't get used this year and got them settled in the smaller pen, then led in the other boys. We moved Mr. Bill and Tux down to the ewe barn since they are both wethers. The big rams would pound on them in the small "get re-acquainted" pen and the ram lambs would have just pestered them endlessly so they get to live with the girls for awhile. Hopefully the big rams will soon work out the pecking order and we can give them more room.
The ewes were interested when the guys were taken out, but nobody seemed too sad.
"When he first got here last month I thought he was the greatest thing since baled alfalfa, but honestly now I don't know what I saw in him. He was fun for awhile, but I can't say I'm sorry to see him go."
Ouch. Kinda harsh, there, Sprinkles. Sheep girls are so fickle.