Sheep may safely graze
I'm a bit mystified by sheep logistics, behind my cottage is a selection of rough pasture and heather moorland. When I moved here last year there was a flock of about 300 sheep bumbling about on the other side of the fence (or occasionally in my garden, when the escape committee put their collective mind to it). When the lambs went to the pie factory, the yows (as they are called here) were taken away for a change of scene over the mountain to Ballogie. I thought that was it, the farmers were confidently predicting that this winter would be worse than last year. So, I was surprised when they all came back again, with the addition of the tup, an extremely shaggy creature, dyed that shade of synthetic orange that immediately said afghan coat to me, I can imagine him sidling up to an innocent ewe and offering a blast on his clerkenwell carrot as a prelude to lurve. Even in a flock, there does seem to be some scope for individuality, they all came back yesterday (minus the kebabs obviously), and already there's one four miles down the road towards town, while the rest are heading for the ski slopes at Glenshee. The tup is still hanging in there, I wonder what it's going to be like when the baby baa lambs start to eventuate.
posted by Lampy @ 2/11/2012 06:28:00 pm
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