Grey and Ripley love hanging out up here in the shade. I wouldn’t enjoy sticks under me, but I’m no sheep.
You can really see the slope and how they tore into the blackberry here.
This was much more brownish-yellow before the sheep got to it.
Now that’s the start of some soil fertility.
Not a golf course yet, but maybe someday? Hehe.
Miracle or mundane?
The sheep are doing a pretty decent job. As much as we fret about how terrible and sparse our pasture is, right now the sheep cannot eat as fast as new growth comes in, and that’s from all their stompyfoot and grazing and pooping. So it is getting better, but the process is years-long no matter how hungry the little sheeps are. (The older kids call them “sheeps”).