When the weather warms

The sheep look at the first cutting hay that I give them, then look at me. "Don't you have anything better?" they baa. When the temperatures were in the teens, they greedily ate that first cutting hay. I respond to their protests by giving them less. After bleating and grumbling, they pick through it, eventually finishing it. When the temperature reaches 40 degrees, they eat less. Just like the fire and furnace eat less. Just like we humans should too.