lawn to pasture

Finally, Weena and Oona have been moved to their new home, right outside ours. Not interested in attempting to herd these two sheep down the road, we loaded them into the crate Craig made for moving hogs (and which has proved itself to be absolutely indispensable). Here we go! Hang on, ladies!

Weena and Oona's new home is part of our lawn, much better used as pasture. There is a perimeter fence all around the yard made of cedar posts and welded wire, and we strung a section of portable electric fencing from the edge of our building down to the road to create a good sized area for the sheep. They have one of Craig's hog huts for shelter - just the right size for these two little ewes. 

Apparently, this window looks to Weena and Oona like a barn door. They spent the better part of their first day trying to get in. No, I will not have sheep inside my house. Maybe someday a lamb or two by the woodstove, but two teenage ewes? No, thank you. And where do you think they spent their first night? Cuddled up in the leaves, right outside this window. I was terrified, thinking that for sure we'd wake up in the morning to discover that the coyotes had made short work of our sheep in the night, but they didn't. The sheep were fine. We'll not risk that outcome again, though. Now, we close the sheep into their hut at the end of the day. I'm pretty sure we all feel better that way.  

It didn't take long for the kids to discover the other side of this window.

Rocky discovered this view, too. Poor dog. This was almost more excitement than he could handle. Every muscle in his body was quivering like jello. He was trying so hard to be still and stealthy.

Welcome home, Weena and Oona!