Whenever I am doing something with the ewes in the back the rams get fired up.
This is Serrano and his dad, Buster.
One of these days, Serrano may come out the boss.
But not yet.



Buster is still boss.
This is not a dead sheep.
This is Gotham sleeping on a foggy morning. When the rams lie with their heads propped up by their horns they do look dead.
Looks like a sheep who needs “hair of the dog,” frankly. With a name like “Gotham,” perhaps he is the life of the party?
His sire is Joker and one of my friends started calling him Gotham. It seemed as good as any. He is actually lowest in the ram hierarchy.