The Mad Dash for Food

When we put out the hay bales the feeding frenzy begins. We try to seperate the hay enough so that everyone gets in, but the little ones are often squeezed out. My big steel hay feeder fell apart after only three years. I've started letting the runty yearlings and pregnant moms out for a corn treat - something that has become hard to manage with so many moms. As soon as I can manage it I'm going to hire some BOCE kids to build some hay feeders for me. They will probably last longer than the steel feeder I paid so much money for. While the sheep and goats are eating hay, the lambs are wondering what is going on and calling for their mothers who are totally absorbed with getting something in their own bellies