I carried more buckets of water to the sheep yesterday than I did any day this past summer.
This summer it rained and rained and rained, until fall came, and it didn't.
The sheep ingest much of their water through grass which grew instead of going dormant in July and August. Even when temperatures rose into the 90s, the sheep drank little water.
The rains stopped this fall, and the grass stopped growing and turned brown. While the sheep are still grazing grass in the pasture, its water content is low. Dew no longer coats it in the morning.
The temperatures rose into the 70s yesterday and the winds picked up speed. The sheep, sporting their light winter coats, drank and drank and drank.
And I carried and carried and carried.
And I told myself it was better than carrying buckets and buckets of water in 90 degree weather--or hauling hay through the snow.