Big news: we actually saw the sun this past Saturday here at Struan Farm! It was a major cause for celebration.
It also meant it was time to move the ewes, who'd been munching away in the river paddock. This is the hardest paddock to move them from without a dog, since the sheep could be anywhere from the pines, the sandy beach and rapids, up top near the Bull Paddock, or down below by the river and our BBQ area under the trees. Sometimes they just can't hear us calling out, at least that's their excuse.
It was such a nice day that I decided to walk down the steep track. When I crossed the cattle stop into the paddock I felt quite a few eyes on me, wondering what I was up to, as I made my way down to the gate at the bottom. Three sheep were already in the next paddock, sitting on a hill in the sun. One of them was (guess who?) ROSIE. Of course. She knows how to get through the fences of several paddocks now, and must be teaching a few of her mates the tricks of the trade.
I called out and the mob came running down to the gate to go through to the next paddock. Rosie came barrelling down from her hillside perch to supervise, also to check if I had any apples for her. Everything went well, or so it seemed. I didn't see any other white dots down at the rapids, in the pines, or on the hills.
After panting my way up the zigzag track and crossing the cattle stop I looked up and saw three heads peering down at me. Rats! No, sheep! I called out to them but they weren't moving, so I left them there. When I got back up top I decided to count how many sheep were actually up there.
It wasn't just three, it was more like twenty. A separate clique entirely. Time to bring in the professionals. Over to you John!
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