One of yesterday's tasks was moving the little ladies from the open barn on the west side of Reynolds Road to the birthing barn on the east side of the road. The wind and driving snow added to the chaotic frenzy and, after weeks of same-ness,  the girls were thrilled to have a little adventure.

Holly at the lead. It was snowing pretty hard!

 The dash through the gate.

Cognac takes a little detour to flirt with the boys.

Signs of sheep traffic.

    The scramble to the big barn.

The little ewes will stay in the big barn until shearing time, keeping the bred ewes company. I can keep a close eye on this group, see if anyone shows prego signs – remembering Teaberry's unauthorized foray into this group back in November. The girls were happy to visit with the big ewes and there was much revelry in the barn. With so many wooly bodies in close proximity, the windows got steamy. The girls were all munching happily on hay, ensconced in fresh straw when we turned out the lights for the evening.