I was in a fair panic a month ago — the brown ewe was going to lamb out in the pasture because I didn’t have the barn ready.  Either she pulled a fast one or I seriously misread the signs, ’cause she still hasn’t lambed.  Veering into anthropomorphic hoo-ha, I imagine her to be frustrated at her prolonged wait, and she seems to take it out on all the new mothers.  Each time I declare that a ewe-lamb pair are ready to leave their jug and rejoin the larger group, brown ewe challenges the newcomer.

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I’m not exactly sure what gets communicated in these outbursts, but the fireworks usually die down after an hour or two.  I take this as further evidence to rebut stereotype:  sheep are individuals with strong opinions; ignore it at your peril.