I spent yesterday evening sitting in the little sheep shed with Dahlia and Gussie while it was raining outside.
I wanted them to get used to the idea of an indoor shelter. Something, as hill sheep, they would have absolutely no concept of. The rain helped.
They were introduced to a haynet too.
that didn’t take long. They would’ve never seen hay either.
I sat there for a couple of hours playing Classic FM (the relaxing mix) on my phone. They liked the soothing calm, I think.
This morning was different. Dahlia was desperate to be out of her wee paddock so I bit the bullet and opened the gate.
I crossed my fingers that everyone would be kind.
They were, apart from Harrel and his mother, Maggie, who constantly chased Dahlia and Gussie away, trying to split them up and butting. Rude.
At one stage Dahlia and Guss both turned up at my shed.
Gussie (or Gus-Gus now) is very sweet. I could hug him all day and he would love that.
Dahlia is doing so well too. She follows me about and is very tame. She talks to the hill sheep as they go past but is not pining for them.
Pepper has worked her magic.
Firm friends.
I have had words with Harrel about his ‘haviour. We had supervised playtime and I stayed with them while they all ate grass, shooting threatening looks over at Harrel if he wanted to make anyone’s life miserable. He did manage to behave and licked/chewed – he knew I meant business. The freezer might’ve been mentioned.
They followed me around while I did various crofting chores and are curious.
I love they way they are looking around like potential house buyers.
It won’t be long, I hope, until they all become one flock. I am optimistic.
