Sometimes I bring the sheep back to the barn, but most days I just leave it to the expert.
He somehow manages to send the dogs half-way up a mountain and then have them bring the sheep down at a trot. The only thing that moves is his mouth.
I, on the other hand, need to trudge up to within 10 yards of the ewes before I get their attention (the dogs just tend to stroll up with me enjoying the view).
I like to think that he has an easier time of it because he can shout louder than I can.
But then again it’s probably genetically ingrained. He can count on the experience of five generations of sheep breeders.
Whereas my family tree shows that my ancestors were already living in London in the 17th century.
What hope have I got?!
Men generally learn how to do as little as possible to get the job done! Still, that is quite impressive – and therefore irritating for you no doubt 🙂 I think I need to move to have a backdrop like that everyday.
Lol! 🙂 Men!
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You may have already received this award, but I wanted to recognize you for your lovely blog. Here is my nomination for “One Lovely Blog” for you. Click here for details:
This is a first for me! Thank you very much!
It is well deserved. You live in such a beautiful place in the world and you share it so wonderfully.
You’re very kind. Thank you.
Hi, Mountain Dweller… I guess you have the “hope” of a wonderful way of life and evidently a husband who loves you and the good fortune to be dowing things together… Sounds pretty good to me compaired to some other’s I know. What wonderful photos… but I do understand that being caught in the dust of the back end of the herd can be depressing on a hot day! Best wishes for a long and happy life together.
Thank you for leaving such a nice comment! I know I’m very lucky.
P.S. I’m only left in the dust when I’m taking photos otherwise I’m right up there at the front (trying not to be trampled!)
Typo: That should read: doing things together…