JJS
Well-Known Member
So began the farmer's wife, owner of said sheep, when we went to ask for hay a couple of days ago. "She think she's a horse, doesn't she?" For obvious reasons, we agreed, with images of Sheepie head butting our knees for attention, lying down to sleep with Flower, and being groomed by Six springing to mind.
Slightly worried that Sheepie's days as a member of our motley crew were numbered, we asked whether there were any plans to retrieve her. "Oh, we've tried," answered the farmer's wife, "but the silly animal rams the dogs, makes a run for your horses, and hides underneath them. They won't let them near her."
In the spirit of being good liveries, we asked whether she'd like us to let her through into the field next door, where there are other sheep grazing. "No, just leave her to it," she said, as we breathed audible sighs of relief. "That ewe's got too much character by half."
She might just have a point
Please excuse the mud, all - they have plenty of drier places to stand, but where the hay feeder is, you unerringly find the horses!
Slightly worried that Sheepie's days as a member of our motley crew were numbered, we asked whether there were any plans to retrieve her. "Oh, we've tried," answered the farmer's wife, "but the silly animal rams the dogs, makes a run for your horses, and hides underneath them. They won't let them near her."
In the spirit of being good liveries, we asked whether she'd like us to let her through into the field next door, where there are other sheep grazing. "No, just leave her to it," she said, as we breathed audible sighs of relief. "That ewe's got too much character by half."
She might just have a point
Please excuse the mud, all - they have plenty of drier places to stand, but where the hay feeder is, you unerringly find the horses!
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