“ Shall we let the Soay Rams out to play today ?” was the casual question directed at me as I passed, wheelbarrow loaded with 3 tons of steaming poo, shovel, brush and poop scoop. “NO” I distinctly remember replying after an instantaneous decision. Those rams can run like whippets and jump like a gazelle, those rams don’t like us and I could see no reason why a pleasant afternoon in the sunshine should be spilt by a ram round up. It was therefore a bit (lot) of a surprise when, meandering past the fence line I spotted a pair of Soay sheep horns where Soay sheep horns shouldn’t be !!! They MUST have escaped…right ? I did say NO….right ? … Uhhhhh Greg, “Ram breakout” I trustingly reported. Clearly “NO” in English is translated (sometimes) into American as “yes” or “ok” or even “good idea”. Clearly something had gone wrong somewhere in our communication because Greg had released the boys and I could see my nice peaceful sunny Easter afternoon turning into a major ram round up fiasco.
Confidently…“Lets go get the rams”. I have to admit a moment of rebellion, I confess to a moment where I was more inclined to go and get a cool glass of sparkling wine…I really wanted to walk ( the other way !!) but we gravitated towards the pasture. There they were. Two sets of big round horns attached to two bundles of greasy looking dreadlocks on legs… watching us. We walked towards them…they walked away. We walked a little and stopped, I feared the worst. The rams continued to move…..and the little fluffy angels with the cute horns hopped the gate and went home to their pens…ALL BY THEMSELVES !!!! I hate it when Greg’s always right….but I LOVED it !
Got to go, the cuckoo has spoken.
Take care, keep safe. M