Ever since her mauling incident with Blanche and a few chicken chasing mishaps, Willa has been confined to her own area during the day. It just works out better that way for everyone. I’m sure she only wants to play with them; she doesn’t understand, because of her immense size, they’re terrified of her. Her idea of “play” is their idea of “torture”. If we had bigger sheep and goats, I don’t think it would be as much of an issue.
She’s been confined in what was supposed to be my small, rabbit-free garden area that sits adjacent to Old Jack’s outdoor run during the day and then allowed to roam the pastures at night, after all the animals have been tucked into bed. Not an ideal situation; so today was moving day for Willa. She now has a large pasture and most of the barn all to herself where she’ll be in the middle of it all, yet not in the garden and still have access to the pastures at night.
You could say she was just a little excited about her new digs…
“Is it really all mine?”
“I’ll guard this area with my life, just watch.”
Daisy later said, “You realize that was just a paper bag and she’s afraid of frogs right?”