No one is speaking to these three.
They did it again. Lilja and Sóley.
When I went in for my breakfast, after feeding the sheeple and putting them out into their daytime field, I looked over to check everyone was in the right field. These days it is second nature to me.
I remember thinking to myself that it was “interesting” that Hetja allowed Lilja and Sóley to wander so far from her and how nice that she obviously trusted Lilja with her youngest daughter but they were all in their rightful field, together.
My usual breakfast and then I went back out only to find that now Lilja and Sóley were standing the other side of the fence in my neighbour’s field again. Oh, fer crying out loud.
Displeased, I rallied the troops (my daughters, Daisy and Flossie), my digger driver who happened to arrive to start work on a ditch, plus two friends who were coming to ride out.
So, now armed with wire cutters and pliers, headcollars and carrots we marched out to the now-getting-rather-repetitive scene.
I caught Hetja and everyone else walked up and down the fence to see where and how they had got over.
No sign of anything. Did they fly? My wonderful digger driver found a place in the wire fence where it had been joined together and then carefully dismantled the wire fence so we could lead Lilja over and Sóley followed.
Once over the fence, it was quickly repaired and we walked Hetja, Lilja and Sóley over to Clothie, my five acre field over the hill. Yes, there is less food there and no, I don’t honestly care if they all starve. For the moment, they can rot in hell! Twice, yes twice they have done this fence flying and I am seriously dischuffed with the lot of ’em.