The phrase "how now brown cow" does come to mind, but the one that showed up at Struan Farm yesterday was black. She swam across the river to our place from the neighbour's farm, and was confused by that whole experience. In the afternoon she showed up walking and moaning at the bottom of our house paddock, aka "The Bowl." She was looking for her mates and wanting to go home.
Once she decided the area around our house was the place to stay, she munched on the edge of the lawn along the retaining wall (a good decision, since John hates mowing along this edge), peered in our bedroom window, and made a few half-hearted attempts to munch the gardens. Cookie and Buster kept their distance, as did the other sheep. In the meantime I'd rung the neighbours. Shortly they were over with quad bike and dogs to lead her home.
These things happen in the country! p.s. The phrase "how now brown cow" is a device used in education to teach rounded vowel sounds...
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