The sheep queue up at the gate around evening chore time, ready to come in, find their spots and settle down for the night.
Both Stewart and then Daisy fixed me with a look - I think they were hoping for the cookie signal: my hand going into my front pants' pocket.
The sheep don't mind the deteriorating conditions a bit and are eating as though they know some morning soon they won't be going out.
Over the weekend we had a long rain event and so they received a good rinsing which I was happy about. We'll be putting their coats on fairly soon and I was hoping the barn grime would be shed in a rain before that happens.
I read a good axiom last week that rings true - "Well summered is half wintered." One certainly doesn't want to rely on stored fat to get your stock through the winter but it does help going into harsh weather to have some extra upholstery working for you.
I think Snickers has the concept nailed down. Lordy.
Knock wood, everyone looks pretty good with just a few old girls looking like candidates for the geriatric pen and special feed this year.
I like this ewe's Cotswold 'presence'.
The wind was blowing hard all day and the fleece on the Cotswold ewe in the foreground is long enough now to ruffle in the gale.
The rain really freshened up their locks.
"Curls? Meh. I haz attitude!"
And a pretty, dark fleece. Way to go!