What Is Going On In That Head

Well, I can tell you what's going on in this sheep's head.  She's tired of being cooped up in the barn with everyone and has found a nice little pile of hay out in the driveway and is taking a little time out. Completely understandable and appropriate behavior.

So why is there a nice little pile of hay in the driveway? 

"Why am I out here and what does inappropriate mean?"

Tim drove his truck up to the front of the barn the other day.  A big glob of frozen road slush fell off his wheel well.  The little darlin' (who was getting special barn privileges) went over and started eating it.  (!)

Now before anyone thinks she was just looking for salt and is obviously deficient (well, she's obviously deficient of something), she has 24/7 access to not only a loose salt mix, but also a loose mineral mix, all free choice.  The extra chemicals the road crew mixes in...not included.

I had to basically beat her carry her back into the barn to get her off it.  

The first thing I did was stomp it down and dump a bucket of water on it to try to wash it away.  Back she came.  

I then raked up a big pile of dirty hay chaff from the chicken playground, making sure there was plenty of chicken poop mixed in, and covered it up.  Like a psycho sheep on a mission, she scraped the chicken poop off and went back to eating.  

I finally had to cover it all up with a couple of barn towels and as soon as she was done eating her proper dinner, I revoked her special barn privileges.  And Short Round got to take a little nap in peace, by herself, on a nice little pile of hay in the driveway.

The End