The boys (particular the wethers) on the other hand, are bereft, "Why have you taken our friends from us?" they cry. Now they have no buffer between them and those gnarly rams. Oh, well, the balance of breeding season is often precarious -
When summer green is fading and winds blow brisk & free
A wealth of autumn glories, recall us God to thee.
Ahead the cold and darkness, the winter snow and storm
But autumn radiance tokens thine inward fire to warm;
No matter how we tremble, amid the darkness then
When love shines in the shadow, light shall break forth again.
Thou singer in the rhythms that echo in our hearts
We glimpse thee in the beauty the changing year imparts
Let loveliness in autumn, to us assurance be
That Joy knows many seasons in hearts attuned to thee