Feeding the sheep

I spent most the day cooking vats of stew for the orienteering club annual "championships" tomorrow. Late afternoon I looked out of the kitchen window and was pleased to see the farmer had brought lots of hay for the pregnant ewes in the field.  Outside was a loud noise of contented munching 
The championships are handicapped, ie the slowest start first. Yes you've  guessed, I am first off on my course.  Son R says I must not stop to take photos on the way round then I will surprise them by being quicker. Easier said then done, sometimes I see something  that just has to be captured.