The sheep barn is not for the shrinking violet, and if you can’t face the attention and scrutiny from over five hundred pairs of eyes when you walk in, then you’re better off staying outside. In fact, unless you have severe hearing difficulties, or want them, then you’d be better off staying outside. Because the ewes’ competitive “I can stare you down any day” looks are accompanied by the “let’s deafen the hand that feeds us” syndrome.
The syndrome starts early afternoon. Even though they are stuffed to bursting point with cereals and straw, give the sheep one whiff of hay and it’s like standing next to a jumbo jet at take-off. The sheep barn transforms into a school canteen with 270 kids all clamouring for lunch at once, banging their knives and forks on the table until the food arrives. Well ok, forget the cutlery, but you get the picture.
I know. You’re looking at those “butter wouldn’t melt” photos and thinking who is she trying to kid…?
…and they all look so cute you scream from my comments box. Well don’t be fooled, even the little ones take a break from the milk bar to bleat at the sheer excitement of it all.
And the funny thing is, once lunch has been served, they all look exactly like they do in the photos. And, alright, they are cute, I know.