The leaves are coming off the trees fast now with mostly the rusty browns of oak and some yellow beech and maple still hanging on. Basking in the late fall sun the landscape is still pretty and the sheep are able to go out every day.
Wee Little Guy is showing the typical wrinkly ram nose the boys all get this time of year.
There is some grunting and head butting but for the most part they aren't being too crabby with each other right now and troop out in the morning in a lazy group.
The girls are more energetic in the morning and queue up at the gate, then spill out into the pasture.
Andy heads down to the lower gate to let them out into the north pastures.
They tend to follow the worn paths rather than walk through the grass. Creatures of habit, we are.
Peanut always sees me no matter where I am in the barn or barnyard and now she's thinking maybe I'll come along out to pasture with the flock.
"Aren't you coming? It's going to be a good day."
I'd love to wander around out there with the girls but there's just too much to do. I feel guilty disappointing her. Eventually they decide to start on the middle pasture and she follows the flock. I know she has friends out there but I still feel bad.
They disperse to the far end of the field and will work their way back as the morning goes on.
As evening chores approach they rest near the back of the barn and watch for us to let them back in for the night. Full and comfy sheepies.