The natives are restless.
Elvis the buck is smelling so odiferous that you know he’s there long before you even catch sight of him (a sure sign of the onset of breeding time) and
Mr. Big the ram is constantly peering pensively over the fence. It won’t be long now… we have the ewes at the starting gate, but haven’t had time to trim their hooves and get their coats on them. 5 are going to be joining Mr. Big up in one of the paddocks at the house, and 5 are down in the field waiting for Hamish, one of our ram lambs. And poor Elvis is going to have to wait until Mr. Big and his group have had their first 16-day fling so that he may meet his does for their breeding rendezvous!