This used to be one of my favourite pieces of music.
Sheep are my friends no longer and I care not whether they graze safely or otherwise.
I have started a blog 3 times today and each time I have suffered ‘ovis interruptus’ or put another way, rampaging sheep through every part of the property they shouldn’t be.
Whoever said sheep were stupid? Well they’re not, and they’re quite athletic – managing to hurdle fences at will.
After all these years watching Country Calendar, you would think I would have picked up something about mustering. But no, nothing , not at all.
However I may not be able to tell you what to do , but I can certainly share a few pointers on what not to do.
- Having a bad cough is not conducive to mustering sheep. It makes them crazy and also makes them run. Fast.
- Waving your arms does little – except amuse neighbouring vineyard workers
- Swearing only benefits yourself. Temporarily.
3 times they have been returned and 4 times they have escaped.
They have won.
I, have temporarily admitted defeat.
The farmer, who owns these athletic and smart sheep has now been summoned and he can take it from here. In fact he can take them from here.
I for one am both sheeped and shagged out.
Lamb for dinner anyone……..?!