We moved the ewes down the large outside alleyway, funneling them around the bugle and through the long, new raceway, just letting them travel through and exit without being handled at all. We’ll repeat this a few times prior to shearing day so they are familiar with it.
With the flock being close at hand, it is a simple matter to slip out and feed guardian dogs, and take some photos.
This is Lady sitting atop power pole hill. Her coat is looking better but the oily secretion is returning. What you can’t see in the photo is how dreadfully thin she is.
We worm our guardian dogs regularly, but I’m thinking to treat her again as she is slipping backwards on me and I'm at a loss as to why. Her health is a constant concern right now. If only the ewes could share a little body fat and fleece.