Never a dull moment around here. We set off on our short trip to the woods. I have to drive there, now that Themba's condition has deteriorated. It's a little inconvenient, having to do a short, flat walk with both dogs, then a longer walk with Brin. Poor Themba has to stay in the car. He seems OK with this. It's a compromise.
But I digress. As we approached the woods, I noticed a bit of a hoo-ha on the road. Sheep and cars all over the place. I pulled over and phoned the farmer, then moved the cars away. The sheep gathered themselves together and ran into the woods! Never mind, here comes the cavalry. No, not the farmer and a sheep dog. A policeman. Oh goodie, I thought. A bit of sport. He snapped a branch off a tree and set off into the woods. 'Call me' he said as he disappeared into the copse. Ah, here comes the farmer. And the farmer's husband and son, with the dog. Yippee. The A-team have arrived. And what's this? Another policeman. I told him to keep an eye on the traffic, while the sheep were gathered and encouraged back to the road. A couple of failed attempts and then came the shout. 'Get ready to turn the sheep to the left!' Right, the neighbour had brought a handy rake, we stood our ground and as the sheep plunged out of the woods, we somehow got them to turn left and they ran back down the road, through the gate into the field. The farmer locked them in and we all gave a cheer.
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I left them to inspect the fences to find out how the 'girls' escaped in the first place, after all, I had two Boxer dogs in the back of the car, crossing their legs in desperation.
And what of the policeman? Well, he did reappear. A bit hot, grubby and covered in undergrowth. I never did call him.
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