Every year after the rams are finished breeding the ewes, we lock them in a box stall for a week to keep them from fighting (which they do by backing up and then ramming heads at a full run), while their hormone-fueled aggression calms down. They also wear leather face-shields to block their forward vision and discourage ramming. Today Lisa let them out of their stall to a little outdoor paddock and I was reminded of the prisoners emerging from the dungeon in Beethoven’s opera, Fidelio. Be sure to play this with the audio on, but beware I recorded it kind of loud.