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.

5 thoughts on “Mayhem

  1. They are devilish little critters, aren't they? And I wonder if they really are as dumb as people always say they are…they seem pretty smart to me! Have a great day!

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