Today was a beautiful, balmy 21°! So, naturally I overdid it

I had to move the sheep around since the pen I had Foxy in is a little on the small side for her and three growing lambs. I also needed to get Kit and Coy into jugs to prepare for their lambing. I’m thinking there’s a bit of time left before I see lambs from them, so good time to get them settled in. Their bags are there, but aren’t full, still have a bit of wool on them, and Coy, at least, has definitely not dropped. Still looks like she swallowed a beach ball or three
Anyway, I moved Woolfie and her little into the shed near the house so I don’t have to slog all the way out back through the mud to milk her. Of course, she decided to be moronic about following me despite my carrying her lamb and GRAIN! So I had DH lock her in the barn, put the lamb into the shed and went back to halter and lead her to her new digs. And that was after setting up said new digs, milking her and feeding the trips

One down.
Cleaned her pen out, putting most of it along the mud path to make it a little nicer to walk on, then put fresh straw down and went to fetch Kit and Coy. Coy didn’t want to go through the mud, but greed for grain won her over in the end. Locked them both in and went and cleaned out their pen, again putting most of the bedding along the path. Bedded it and all that fun stuff. Foxy happily went into the pen. Good girl. Then I gave her her babies who, by the way, weigh all together about as much as Woolfie’s single!
Two down.
Then cleaned out her pen (more path fodder) and actually realized that I couldn’t do any more. Left the two girls where they were and went to the house to hydrate and rest. Once I felt like I could resume, back out I went. Finished cleaning and setting it up and went to fetch Kit. Learning from my earlier mistake, I haltered Kit right off the bat and took her to her pen.
Three down.
Coy was already pretty much done. Just needed a top up of hay and some grain.
Done.
Still had to give new bedding to the chickens and feed them, collect eggs, pull hay off the round bale for tomorrow and, later on, do evening chores, but that’s all in a day’s work.
I wonder why my thumb muscles were tired when I went to milk Woolfie later?
I was too tired to take pictures the first time around, but tried to get a few later. Foxy and her bigger boy kept getting in the way

“Whatcha doin’?”