It's my job....that is what is expected of me. ...when Greg says "we are going to put this there, move that here...and the other stays put ..." Greg expects me to go pale and immediately go into pessermistic mode. Yesterday went just as expected, the ram lambs have for a few days been showing some VERY rammish tendancies (if you know what I mean) as they do not appear to discriminate between mothers sisters or aunts, their living arrangements had to change. Somehow Greg always seems to envisage an almost magical transfer, ME,.....I see animals everywhere, "what ifs" keep flashing through my brain, what if they go that way and....drown in the creek, knock themselves out on that tree...go through the fence...anything and everything seems possible. I can't help it, it's the way I am and unfortunately sometimes I'm right !!! oops, did I say that ? Our sheep aren't like average sheep, they don't run away from me, they crowd me, slavering for peanuts (and they have terribly bad breath !). Lamb Chop in his alter personality mode instantly turned into a border collie and everything went to pot ! There were sheep everywhere !! Time for the peanut bucket and calm is restored until we tried to sort boys from girls.... one way is obviously the boys have very noticeable "appendages" (apologies to my more sensitive readers...is anyone out there ????) the other and very clever idea of Gregs (one of his better ones !) the boys have blue ear tags. yeah !!! All went well till John Wayne got out his lassoo, time for roping lessons methinks !! Anyway we eventually got all but 2 and all are now residing with Rodney our resident Ram. Before I go, GREETINGS to David and Lisa who proved there is a reader out there following the ramblings of an English wannabee farmer. Take care. M
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