Baymule
Herd Master
In the evening after the ewes have been fed, they like to gather around me for scratches and lots of petting. I sit on a milk crate so that I’m on their level. I have a new-ish ewe that didn’t have a name. She finally got brave and for reasons known only to her, she stuck her nose in my armpit. She snuffled in my armpit, calm and happy. I was able to pet her. Next few days, same thing. I named her Snuffy.