Things are a bit fraught around here after shearing. Madge spent the night in the big field. She has taken herself away from everyone and won’t talk. She was always a bit potty, but this is a new level, even for her.
This morning, I took off Lambie’s and Edna’s rugs. They were nice and warm and much brighter. Everyone had a big breakfast with a free-for-all of TurmerAid too and then they wandered off into various fields.
After I had done my chores, I went in search of Madge who hadn’t been sighted. I was worried about her. I hate not knowing where everyone is and how they are.
I took a box of barley rings (nice and loud while very visible) with me.
Harrel came too.
He does like a barley ring or ten.
Off we set into our hill field – it goes back for what feels like miles.
And eventually we sighted Madge all by herself.
I tell myself that by spending the night outside she might lose a few pounds.
I won’t say she was particularly pleased or relieved to see me or Harrel (my now devoted disciple, though it may be the barley rings!)
I pushed Madge back to rejoin the herd. Harrel helped, worried I would give away the barley rings to just any old passing sheep.
Edna arrived too and I reintroduced her to her ridiculous daughter.
And now this evening, everyone but Madge is home. Lambie went straight to bed and yes, I have more barley rings so I am still loved.
Just not by Madge who remains in the furthest part of the field refusing to talk to anyone ever again – well, that’s what she says. Her choice. Shiver that fat off, girl!