Dolly Molly and Rodney have got used to the "turn out" routine and knowing that they get to go out to play after the sheep, three dewy mussles rest on the gate and impatient moos remind us that they are waiting.Turning out the ewes is like opening the flood gates, they are all lined up on the starting line and the formation eating team surge forward as the gate opens. The older ewes asserting priority head butt the lambs out of prime position to ensure they are first to get to the grass and piling up like dominoes they abruptly stop when they reach the fastly running little stream. Great leaps and little bunny hops get them safely to the other side and once in the field it is time to wonder where their offspring are in the melee, the priority is the lush green grass. Dolly, Molly Moo and Rodney are much more sedate, when their gate is opened, Rodney takes the time to inspect the ladies quarters, if there is any evidence of a "wanting" ewe or if they have had any choice goodies that he missed out on. Having checked out the hareem, Rodney the ram visits me on course to the pasture gate, he has long since learnt that there is usually a carrot or a peanut in my pocket Dolly and Molly moo, heavily pregnant are much more sedate, and plod slowly out, de dum de dum, no reason to hurry....Bran quivering with anticipation of a chase waits for some activity..and he waits in vain. The chunky ladies are not going to rush, they have all day.
Time to get down to the barn, we have an early start. Special thoughts for Mum J today and always , and hope everything goes good for our friend who is going for THE procedure ( I'm so sorry !!!) Take care, keep safe. M