Mayhem ~ a collective noun, at least around here. It seems to be a name given to the yearlings each spring. Here you see them – calm, relaxed, enjoying the post-shearing sunshine. But this is not the paddock they are supposed to be in. This picture is post-mayhem.
In the hours preceding this, the yearlings, their watering trough, and mineral feeders have been moved, Moe, Larry and Jack (the three very large wethers) have been re-caught and moved, fences have torn down and re-built – twice. This at the end of a long shearing day… we gave up. They are in the barn paddock with the expectant mamas, and there they will stay until we get our plan in place to out-smart them. The worst of it is — they brought the wethers back with them… sigh.
Right here, that girl looking us right in the eye is Grace… the ring-leader. Just look at that innocent face.