If only I had been able to get the camera operational quicker you would have seen this sheep running from the bottom of the lane faster than Usain Bolt when she saw us.
This is poorly sheep, see stranger from a strange land a few weeks back who turned up at deaths door in the goat house and was then waited on hand and foot by the humans at Rock HQ until she was fit enough to be turned out into the field. Once there she demonstrated how much better she was by vaulting the fence and disappearing into the bracken, only to turn up two days later hiding in the pig pen.
Once again she was fed and watered but vanished and we thought she had long gone to join the other residents of sheep skull lane.
Until this morning when a solitary sheep appeared at the bottom of the lane quite clearly watching the morning routine. I thought she was just another feral sheep looking to gather any scraps left over by the marauding Ryelands, or worse waiting to attack the haystack.
But no, like a scene out of a Lassie movie, but with a sheep as the main character, not a dog, she gave a bleat of joy (or hunger) and ran up the lane to get a breakfast.
The Ryelands didn't mind, they got a second breakfast in the process.
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