The sheep in the barn get a little bit of corn every morning, about which they are rather enthusiastic.  I’ve enjoyed watching them learn to anticipate the timing of their beloved grain supplement.  At first, their chorus erupted only when they heard me scooping corn out of the bin, but gradually their predictive abilities have improved.  Recently they’ve started shouting for their hit if I simply walk near the barn at the usual time, and yesterday, one of the ewes discovered that she could make beseeching eye contact from the front window of the barn.