A few days ago, she ran three-legged to the barn. Somehow she sustained an injury to her hind leg.
To allow her to rest and to let it heal, I put her into the pasture with the pregnant ewes. Due any day, they aren't moving fast or much.
A fence separates the yearling red ewe, left, from where she wants to be.
Young Red is not happy.
As any teenager, she'd rather be out with the young, carefree ewes who are not pregnant, who wander searching for greener pastures, who run and jump and head butt.