Yeay the girl team..all1 of me!!

It started like a normal day..whatever a normal day around here may be like ? It was still raining, still muddy, there was still more than enough poo and it was still nasty. Quite normal really but on a scale of 1 to 10 ( don’t you just HATE it when the doctor asks you that ?)….we were about to hit an easy 10. Greg had an idea ! As usual around here Greg has an idea, an inspiration, a blinding mental flash of genius….and I shake my head, find a quiet corner and ask “we are going to do what ????” So there we were, Greg had the idea, I had the motivation (but certainly had doubts about the method) and Michael and Andrew, like two gladiators in the arena waited anxiously for something to happen. The little Soay sheep with the dreadlocks and the BIG curly horns were to be rounded up, caught and loaded into the waiting trailer. From the trailer they would be transported to the sheep pen where they would be unloaded and they would all be a happy sheep family…eventually ! Oh, I forgot to mention, included in the “plan”, we separate Galveston and No Name the not too friendly Soay rams and leave them behind in the Bachelor pad. Clearly we are assuming their “job” is done ! Easy, just like that…. It wouldn’t take long and then we could get on with a more challenging project…..right. Somehow the fact that the little shaggy sheep are the athletes of the sheep world wasn’t considered when Gregs  plan was born “plan, what plan ?” those sheep are the Lambourginis of the sheep world, they zipped round that round pen like they were on a Nascar track. They took one look at us and, in a non verbal sheep sort of way, said NO WAY !!  Michael tried the “ If I make myself look REALLY big and scary will you just put yourself In the trailer technique”…apparently not !!!. Greg Andrew and Michael tried the chase technique and very clearly demonstrated the tale of the Soay sheep and the tortoise but the Soay sheep won. Standing on a slippy tree stump, not too effectively blocking an exit hole and taking great professional (not) action photographs for the blog, I got too excited. I lost my footing and in two shakes of a Soay tail ( oh, that was bad !!) I found my butt firmly planted in the mud, taking close ups of sheep poo. The sheep re grouped. Clearly it was time for a new plan and from my vantage point in the mud under a tree stump and a rusty blue stock trailer I had an inspiration. Off stomped Greg to the barn, on a mission. The boys found time to catch their breath and wonder what was to come next and the sheep watched….Back came Greg with a blue tarp…not quite what my mental flash had imagined but worth a try…..and it worked like a dream. Galveston and his harem took one look and as one said ( again in a non verbal sheep sort of way) “yes sir”. Another one chalked up to the girl team !!! Now Greg’s grumping…I didn’t give the boy team enough credit for achievement…ok…but it WAS my idea, you boys just made it work. !!!

Cuckoo clock has spoken, just time to check the photos ( before my unrehearsed butt plant) and get posted. Take care, keep warm and safe. M