Well, I was nearly bowled over by my landlady's sheep this morning. It appears they really like corn, and I have been throwing out scratch to the exclusive group of chickens brave enough to forage in front of the house instead of only in the back yard. (I don't buy scratch - this was from half a 50# bag donated with the rescue chicken by her former owner - that is ALL she had been feeding her! She gave me the hen after her other hen died and this one stopped laying. When the scratch is gone, it's gone. I treat with BOSS and old-fashioned rolled oats.)
The leader of the small herd of sheep (3) is the mama-ewe named Baby. She's very clever. Her followers are her second set of twins and they are nearly 3 years old now. Hansel and Gretyl. The sheep keep the tree foliage trimmed very nicely - they stand on their hind legs to get to the leaves. So even the tree at my front door doesn't get too far down to the ground without human intervention.
Baby rushed me as I was tossing out the second small scoop of scratch. She's gentle, but pushy. I love her. Except when she gets out the drive gate when I am trying to get to work.... but that's another story.
She actually saw where the bag o' scratch is stored on a bench at the front of the house! I had to move it.
My chickens are really used to the sheep as they forage around them all the time, all over the acre. (Well, the sheep aren't allowed into my back yard.) So they only scattered a foot or so as the stampede started.
They are out there, right now, making a nice after-Christmas scene, 3 sheep laying next to my car on its concrete pad. Chickens milling about around them.
