Splendor in the Grass

My sheep are loving the lush, green grass.  They came through the winter fat and happy on Jim Postma's hay.  An unusual windfall crop of my own apples in the fall gave them a nice layer of fat before the fields went brown.  I adore my black sheep, but white wool dyed lovely colors sells much better.  I plan on putting coats on my black sheep to take care of those luscious black fleeces for sale to hand spinners, who seem to like black wool.  The sheep don't know what color their wool is.  They just want peace, quiet, and splendor in the grass.