It's the day the sheep have been waiting for all winter~ time to start grazing!
No more dry, dusty hay....
The pasture is finally bursting with lush green grass and sweet clover.
Tiny is their unofficial flock leader when it comes to eating.
(Maybe because he is an expert on the subject?)
They follow close behind him to see what new yummy spot he has found.
Sheep are moving grazers~ they are constantly walking while they pick grass.
(Sorry for the unflattering angle, Molly...)
This picture reminds me of a bucolic scene in a painting I once saw.
This picture reminds me that I need to get the shearing blades sharpened soon....