All the inhabitants of the back barn -- sheep, goats and alpaca alike -- were happy to see the workers go, but none more than the little Black Welsh guys. They've been restricted to a small 1/2 acre field for a month now, and the grass, like the BFLs, was largely gone. Since Bumblebee went down, I've been particularly paranoid about letting them out on the short grass, so they've spent most of the past several days confined to their pen.
After one final field chore on Wednesday morning, I finally got to let the Black Welsh out into the big pasture. They were thrilled to go. No hesitation there. Bo Black lead the way (two yellow tags) and little Jethro brought up the rear.