Having put the ram lambs back into the field, one promptly got back into the field with Debby’s sheep. I saw Debby and checked with her if this was going to be OK as, after she told me that her ram had killed her other ram, I didn’t want ours to come to any harm. But she said that as all her ladies had been tupped, there should be no aggression. The next day, Horrace managed to get into the field too, strange how he waited so long. Don’t know how they got through. Sheepy flirting seems to be all about leg biting, and watching our two with Debbies sheep, I am not sure that they were aware that they were wasting their time.
Mike (Farmer) rang last week to ask if we could see Debby about her sheep who were in his field and eating his feed. So, on Sunday when I saw that one of ours had headed out with Debbies sheep into the field opposite I thought we better get him back. So armed with a feed bucket Ian and I made our way across the field. Shaking the bucket and shouting here sheepy sheepy we approached Mikes field then realised that we were being followed by 4 angoras, chickens and the other sheep were starting to look up and interested. A quick change of plan was required as making our way onto Mikes field with 80 sheep in tow might not have been good neighbourly practice!
We did get our ram back easily and we watched as he had another go at getting over the fence but gave up.
This morning I opened the fence which was keeping our sheep out, and they therefore have access to the garden. This meant that today I have been chased by Freckles and Black Knees every time they hear the door go. I have forgotten just how quick they can be. So we will be back to the morning mayhem of chickens, ducks and sheep eating each others field.
Had good look at the ram that we think is Tiny (we have two that are about the same size and now he has become independent of his mum and brother we can’t tell them apart). I must admit that whereas he was a very cute little lamb, and the rest of our Herdies are very good looking, poor Tiny hasn’t quite kept his looks. One of his horns is facing in the wrong direction and he is not as white in the face as the others and as such looks like a teenager with his first bum-fluff beard.
Had a new development on quail escape front. One climbed into my sleeve when I was feeding them and gave me, and it quite a suprise. Luckily quail was back in house without harm.