We really do love our sheep, we really do, but sometimes......! The grass is belly high (on the sheep ,not me) so it was decided that we would move their pasture. Out came the peanuts, the road blocks went up (the new brunch venue is accross the farm road, apologies to our lovely neighbours, actually, I'm not sure why I'm apologising, its free entertainment !) and Bran and the dog went into "Lassie "mode. Greg actually looks like he is in control of the situation, Bran is SURE he is.... but the sheep KNOW they are! Yesterday, Greg changed the gate for them (because it would be easier ?)but they know the gate they always use and come hell, high water and Greg they were heading for it. As usual,instantly, all my "what ifs" flashed through my brain and I predicted sheep spread all over the county as they charged headlong in a bunched up assault in the wrong direction. Nothing was going to stop them...or was it ? BRAN to the rescue ! We couldn't believe it, Bran turned into wonder dog and Lassie combined, he headed off the escapees, ignored the t-bones from indignant ewes, turned them round and brought them back to where they needed to be. Of course the sheep acted like it was all part of the plan and got down to the serious business of eating while Bran soaked up the praise. Greg, cool as a cucumber just took it as part of Brans training and I promptly had a nervous breakdown. All in a days work. Today is baby chick day, the broiler chicks are down at the post office so Greg has gone to pick them up. More about that tomorrow as the turkey chicks arrive. Bye for now. Have a great day. M
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