Finally all the ewes and their appointed rams are seperated. However, our plans are easlily led astray when it comes to sheep. Our ramling, Nathan, was determined to have a ewe that has been assigned to Bucky; and Bucky was determined to have one of Nathan's. As long as a fence separated the groups all was well. John was out this morning with Mr T our Aussie, who is untrained but thinks it's his job to bring us a sheep for dinner. The dog saw Nathan's group and started chasing them. Before he would listen to John, who was soon yelling, "Down", Nathan's group had swept down the drive and through a gate that our renter had not shut this morning. John quickly separated the groups again but thinks that a little cross-pollination activity occurred in the minutes it took to regroup.
(The boy with Mr T is my oldest grandson.)
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