We had a spare sheep today – a Rocky Mountain Big Horn ram. A young one, too, by the look of the horns. He was in the grazing pen with our sheep. We scooted ours back into the corrals and took down the fencing so he could escape. That’s the end of grazing the front lawn for a while, I guess.
The guard dogs did not like him, and they barked at him a lot. They ignore deer, so I’m not sure why they think he’s a threat.
