While We Were Gone

We just returned from our first overnight trip since we've had sheep.

All the animals missed us...or at least they missed their treats.

"Did you bring back anything for us?"

 While we were gone, the chickens were kind enough to fill in the hole in which I fell.

If I step in it now, it will cluck.

Gunpowder's horns grew a lot.  And he's starting to act as if he's looking forward to going in with the ewes.  It's good for us but annoying for his pasture pals.

"His horns might be impressive, but he's being rude!"

And, of course, Henrietta still is tiny.

Henrietta, sporting a lamb-size sheep coat.