We have a tiny flock of fourteen tiny sheep, lambs who have survived the journey into this world.  Murphy's Law is alive and well for us, since only two of them are ewe lambs, but that ensures a bountiful harvest of meat in Autumn.

The ewes are patchy as they shed their wool.  Fortunately the weather is warming up, despite a few frosty nights, and they are glad to fill their bellies with fresh grass.

 The lambs delight in their usual sport of forming a flock and racing around as a group.  Some of the more excitable ewes occasionally join them, but on the whole the ewes are more interested in the grains we have taken to feeding them by way of supplementation.

After all the trials and tribulations of the last year, we hope to return some balance to our flock at last.  In the mean time, we continue to wrestle regulation so that we can finally sell the hundreds of bottles of wine we have ready and waiting.