Oi! Miss Peep? We Found them…

Heading out in a circuitous manner to check the level of the ford*, along what is probably the only footpath in the area that doesn’t lead the unwary walker straight into a bog, we found our way blocked by these:

Lost Sheep?

Lost Sheep?

Now, there’s nothing that makes me feel more the ignorant townie than coming across unexpected livestock. Sheep, to my London-born eyes, belong in fields or, if they’re out and about, trucks or, at the very least should be accompanied by a dog and shepherd. But these sheep seemed reasonably happy (at least until we came along) browsing on the vegetation along the track. Were they escaped sheep? Or were they supposed to be there? And how were we supposed to know the difference, our knowledge of sheep husbandry being confined to the Christmas special episodes of One Man and his Dog? So we did what all good townies do, and stood around for a while, hoping someone would come along who knew what to do. But the problem with the country – or rather, its defining characteristic – is that there never is anyone about. There was the distant sound of some machinery laying waste to something in the background, there was us, and there were the sheep.

I don’t know, what are we supposed to do in this situation? If we ignore it, and it turns out the sheep weren’t supposed to be there, then we’re just ignorant townies who don’t take responsibility for things that they see. And if we try and find someone to tell them, and the sheep are supposed to be there, then we’re just ignorant townies who don’t know how the countryside works and try and interfere all the time. So we just waited until the sheep found a field all by themselves – and who knows, it may even have been the right one – and then we continued our walk.

Anyway, if you recognise them, and you’ve lost them, let me know…

*Six inches, since you ask, such is the mysterious way of the ford

9 Responses to Oi! Miss Peep? We Found them…

  1. Paul says:

    We are waaaay more experienced with sheep nowadays. We just call Margaret. Now, admittedly, this is just a local solution but she knows who owns every sheep in the east Borders. You just need to describe it – ‘sheeplike’, baas a lot, runs away when our greyhound sees it on the road – and she’ll phone Jim/Ian/George/young Tom/old Tom/whoever.

    And, if necessary, we are on hand to scare the living daylights out of them or, as we put it, herd them into the nearest barley field.

  2. disgruntled says:

    How’s her knowledge of sheep further west?

  3. 2whls3spds says:

    Might be mine? LOL I sure HOPE they didn’t swim the pond.

    We had a small flock delivered to our place the other day. Keeping them for a friend who is in the hospital and whose husband works on the road. Rule number one…make sure ALL the gates are closed! before letting them in the lower field. Fortunately our Blue Heeler was on hand to handle the herding duties.

    If you wanted to walk through you just gently plow your way quietly through and they will part like the red sea did for Moses, or they will assume you are herding them and move along…just watch out for the fertilizer, yet another reason to wear Wellies whilst wandering the countryside.

    Aaron

  4. disgruntled says:

    We didn’t want to panic them – they were in a confined space, and sheep, well, they’re not the brightest of animals…

    Enjoy your flock. They may not be bright, but they are delicious.

  5. john says:

    yet another reason to wear Wellies whilst wandering the countryside.

    I can think of an even better reason, when I lived down in wales we
    would have called this a mobile harem.
    Regards John

  6. cha0tic says:

    Buy a book on how to butcher animals, they’re obviously wild sheep and you could’ve had free Lamb/Mutton.

  7. disgruntled says:

    John – except that my wellies appear to have sprung a leak …
    Cha0tic – hmm. Good point. But first catch your sheep

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