In the past few days, the sheep are taking more interest in me.
When I step outside, they baa greetings. Their eyes follow me as I walk across the yard.
Although only June, the grass is dry and brittle. To save the pastures, so that they may grow back if we ever get rain, I've pulled the sheep and horses from them.
That means the sheep are spending time in their paddocks, eating hay.
That means they're relying on me, instead of their four feet, for food.
That means that I'm once again their best friend.