Folks who have been in my house know that I haven’t really unpacked, ten months after moving here, so they might justifiably conclude that orderliness is not my thing.
In truth, I get just as excited as the next guy at the sight of a neatly laid out linen closet, but my energies have all been focused on the land and the animals. So I felt a little swell of satisfaction when I looked down the hill at the grazing paddocks I’d set up, imposing parallel lines and right angles on the wilderness.
Tagged: electronet, grazing, grazing rotation, OCD, order, pasture, sheep, temporary fence, wilderness
Do they ever jump the fence? If so, what do the dogs do with them?
My current batch of sheep don’t seem inclined to jump the fence, though one of the sheep I was sorting into a small pen jumped out yesterday. Escaped sheep seem to regret their freedom almost immediately, trying hard to get reunited with the group. The dogs respond according to their personalities: Luc gets terribly excited and loses his head, Chloe acts nervous and wants instruction, and Cass just wants to work — move the sheep somewhere, and then move it back.