Risky Business

 Previous posts have discussed how our Ryelands have an immense capacity for self harm and short of spontaneous combustion have found any number of ways to decease up to and including alien abduction ( that or they have been rustled and are now pie fillings) (thats if a woolly animal can be rustled)

 so it came as no surprise to find Icelamb, Daffodils lamb of 2013 ( a real surprise as A) no lambs were ordered this year and B) he was born on the coldest day since the glaciers began their retreat north) stood on the step to nowhere with a jagged bit of metal attached to him.

 Closer inspection revealed that he was wrapped up in old barbed wire which may have been a relic from WW2 when the Yanks used the Bonsai Mountain as a target and set up a camp on the ridge, but the provenance of this claim would be difficult to prove so if I did list it on ebay it is more likely to have the description of old fence for sale, anyway Icelamb was not going to get away from its grip without help.

Very helpfully he had impregnated himself with nettle leaves just to make yours truly's morning more entertaining and painful. He also took offence to being manhandled and rather than meekly accept the helping hand he decided to chuck a frenzied mental and run/headbutt/screamlikeastuckpig and generally behave in any manner of ways designed to wane the enthusiasm of his rescuer. When the bell sounded and we retired to our respective corners he was deficit wire and, in places, wool while I had acquired wire, wool, stings, bruises and a curious bite to the forearm. Modern shepherding. Its a risky business.