Running outside, I grabbed the corn container and a handful of orchard grass thinking to bribe a participant or two back into the barnyard. No such luck—sweeter pickings were to be had! So I settled on getting the dogs back into the barnyard and then alert Bob as to the sheep’s whereabouts (he thought that they had gone into to the 4+ acres of overgrown christmas trees–yikes…we’d NEVER find them all there!!)
After we successfully managed to herd (if you can herd sheep!!) the sheep around the house, down to the pole barn and back into the front yard for the umpteenth time, I went to the duck house and grabbed all of the halters and leashes we have….by the time I got back to where the sheep milling around, eating my baby trees and cultivate NO THORN rasberry bushes (their favorites it seems), Curly, aka queen curious, had gone up the 8 steps to the front door of our house and was starting inside…I leaped up the steps and managed to straddle her long enough to get a halter on her. PHEW! In the meantime, Bob had managed to catch Arabella so we were able to halter her too. Two out of seven isn’t bad, right? After we got Vesper haltered too, we led the three haltered sheep back into the barnyard, holding our breath; the other four started to follow. EUREKA!! We managed to get everyone inside the barnyard (a known secure area) and the gate closed.
Now then. HOW did they get out of this wonderful, secure pasture paddock?….Walking the fence line, we discovered that we had both overlooked one little section of fence next to the corridor gate, where an “H” pole bracing was. It would seem that the mind’s eye saw the “X” of wire inside the poles and that was enough to fulfill the definition of “fence”!!
Yesterday, after fencing up the hole in the paddock, the sheep got to go back out….happy little campers all!!