A nice surprise was half asleep on the doorstep when we got back to Rock HQ today. Daffodil, our bottle raised ultra tame year old ewe/lamb, missing on the hill for at least a month was curled up waiting our return. Confusion reigned for a few moments as we went through the is it isn't it routine, she seems to have grown more ear since we last saw her, but with number 9 on her eartag it was definitely her. After a bit of fuss she wandered through the conservatory, explored the garden before settling to join the rest of the flock on Oak Bank.
I was very happy at her return, the novelty of having to roam the hills every other night shouting her name whilst carrying a bucket of sheep treats was wearing thin.