By day, I’m an office manager. By night…
…when no-one else is around to do it, I pick up my shepherd’s crook and do my best to bring this lot back to the sheep barn.
My first difficulty is actually finding the sheep to begin with. Their enclosure is spread over a couple of miles of pines and bushes and they can be hidden anywhere.
When I do spot them, I call, cajole and threaten them until they group togther and I can check that the flock hasn’t split into two parts. Do I have all 280? Or are 20 or 30 ewes grazing elsewhere? It’s hard to tell!
The last part of the trip back is dusty, steep and it’s usually almost dark by the time I get there. I try and avoid slipping on my way down as I have visions of being trampled before I can get up again!
By 10 pm we’re usually back at the sheep barn and if I can just get them into it, then I’m home and dry. Relieved but elated…
… and that sure beats the day job.