When moving sheep today, we had one that decided it didn't belong to the flock. There's always the one... sigh. It started even before we gathered them, this one brown ewe was standing apart from the others. And the moment she saw the dog started to run out, she turned the other way and ran away from the flock. The flock itself moved the way they were supposed to, but she kept going in the opposite direction. So I told Jessie to look back and go and get her, which she did. But the whole way that darned ewe kept on defying the dog, and I must say Jessie was very patient but stern too.
The ewe had to turn and follow, even when she didn't like it and kept on challenging Jessie. But Jessie never budges, so we got them all together again.
After 50 meters however, the same ewe suddenly turned away and ran down the dyke again. So we had to bring the flock back to her this time, as I was afraid the ewe would jump in the ditch she was standing next to looking at it as if she was saying: if you try to get me back I will surely jump in the water! After that we decided to move the whole flock alongside the ditch until we reached the new grazing area, which she seemed to be happy with.
Jessie did a good job, as usual. But then I noticed I lost my car keys somewhere along the way. We kept searching for an hour, but I couldn't find them. I must confess I had visions of that sheep on the BBQ then, even though I am a vegetarian.........
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