A few days back, ‘Ster did a bunk or made “a hurried or furtive departure or escape (Oxford Dictionary)” into the scattald – our open grazing surrounding our croft .
I had the gate open to drive the car out, and ‘Ster and Lambie made a run for it. Lambie came back later with ‘Ster but, when we called him, he turned his back on us and ran away with the hill flock.
We are obviously out daily searching the hill – which is huge – many miles huge.
But ‘Ster has not come home and I am very upset. I have informed the crofter who has the hill sheep so he is aware there is an extra sheep out there. My croft also has hill rights for sheep so one miscreant is sort of acceptable to those that might mind.
The rams are out in the hill, running with the ewes, and ‘Ster has a bit of a thing about rams.
He loves them so perhaps when the rams are brought home next week, ‘Ster will be found.
I really hope so. I lie awake at night worrying about him.
On a good note, ‘Ster is fat and could do with losing some weight on the hill but even so, I wish he would come home.
‘Ster vibes please x