We kept the ram lambs locked in the pens in the upper barn overnight so they wouldn't somehow get into trouble with the big boys when we weren't around. You never know - it pays to be careful. Off and on all night we could hear the lambs calling and the ewes answering back.
In the morning we let them out to mix with the adult rams. They were mildly curious about some of the more bold lambs but mostly they ignored them which is just what we wanted. Everyone trooped out to pasture but without a routine or mom to tell them where to go and when to go there the little boys kind of wandered around in groups grazing and exploring and sometimes calling for their mothers.
"Have you seen my mother?"
Everybody wanted to be in a group, but nobody wanted to be the leader of the group so there was a lot of aimless milling.....but it was a nice day.
"I'm not milling. I'm going to sit right here until mom comes....or until I get bored. Whichever comes first."
The lambs are growing quite well and should continue to gain on new (to them) pasture. Here's a sturdy young Cotswold.
"Why are you taking a picture of my butt? Weird-o!"
It's a nice place to be a sheep.
Last night we didn't hear a peep out of the moms or the lambs. They've all adjusted that quickly. I"m sure they would run back to each other if given the chance but neither group is pining.
And now it's summer.