Every time I am outside, Maggie looks for me and comes running over. For a hill sheep she is very tame and this makes me remember that this time last year there was one sad black ewe who stayed around our gate asking me to let her in.
How did she know I would? Why did she want to live here? She had made a decision and stuck to it while the rest of her hill flock wandered away. Every time I went outside there would be a small thin black sheep waiting for me on the other side of the fence.
Ok, Maggie likes food but she genuinely likes people.
At the moment, I spend far too much time thinking this-time-last-year and trying to remember how my life has been enriched by my rescue animals.
For a hill sheep (notoriously wild and unhelpful), Maggie is very tame and knows her mind.
This is Maggie (and Harrel’s) time in my thoughts. They are my constant reminder of the “this time last year’s” plus the crappy sheepy politics that went with it (’nuff said but we won).
This time last year, I didn’t know Maggie and Harrel-the-Barrel.
They have enriched my life and I am grateful for them for doing this. A reminder to always help when no one else will.