Woolly piranhas

The sheep, especially the half grown lambs, are voracious on cold mornings. They ambush a bale of meadow hay I've put out before I've had a chance to get the strings off. Their method of attack is a combined one, from all sides including the top. The sheep not on the front line are circling between me and the bale to make sure I have nothing else up my sleeve.


When I elbow the woolly bodies out of the way long enough to dish out the breakfast they're onto it in milliseconds. It's a feeding frenzy a pod of sharks would be proud of.