I worked for a while under the roof in the barn, and I looked down at the flock from above. They nudge each other a bit by the feed. Brolle and a ewe were butting each other. They’re easy to deal with. I don’t need to wonder how to get along with them, or what drives them. They don’t need pep talks or motivational development powwows. They hardly do anything, unless rumination can be called an occupation.