Evening chores in late November.   At dusk I fill the mangers with hay,   top off water buckets and call the sheep home for the night. The maidens charge at the sound of the dinner bell, while my llama Caitlyn approaches more leisurely. After bringing in the ewe-lings I make the rounds, checking water, filling feeders in each barn.  My last stop is at the top of the hill, a group of  leicester ewes who are grazing the last of the high pasture. As I head back to the barn, darkness sets  in.    Late fall marks  the end of grazing
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