Some of our sheep are missing!

Geisha, one of two survivors of the Rock HQ goat cull, is getting much better, her leg now has enough strength to help her run up and down the lane, jump fences and stand on her back legs to reach things she shouldn't. Today as she walked along the lane she collapsed, her legs just folded under her and she lay in a crumpled heap. Nothing to worry about though it was the effect of a particularly warm sunbeam on some soft bedding that proved just too irresistible and she just had to make use of it.

Some of our sheep were missing so I assumed they must have set off around the hill. Half of the usual suspects were in the yard chomping contentedly on the new bale of haylege but seven, including Crispen, were nowhere to be seen. Until Tracey tried to get into the tack room that is. She found the door unbolted (Geisha got the blame) and the door unmovable as there was something pressed against it. Much shoving later the cause was discovered. Seven sheep were crammed into space eight foot by eight, the space further reduced by a half ton feed bag, three dustbins of feed, a couple of bales stashed for emergency, tools, saddles and other horsey things. Sitting on, under, across or in various items were the sheep waiting patiently to be let out. It was like one of those puzzles, you cant move one piece until another slides across out of the way. Finally Tracey managed to resolve the conundrum and normal service was resumed. Luckily the sheep are cute little woolly backs and Tracey has a soft spot for them otherwise they might have taken a step closer to the big freeze.