I should be happy the girls behaved for a few days. I really should. But after the hour it took to get them back inside the fence I just wasn’t feeling the happiness. At least the weather was nice for the chase.
The brats have been getting out of the fence EVERY DAY for the last week. I would fix one part of the fence and they would find a new spot to get through. Apparently today I finally managed to block off all their escape routes. The poor babies actually had to stay in the pasture today. My heart just bleeds for them.
Yesterday the sheep got out of the fence. All but one. Maggie Mae apparently did not get the memo about the escape plans. So the whole flock, minus one, headed to the soybean field to eat what the harvester left behind. Maggie was freaking out. She could not get to the rest. Sheep are not happy being away from the flock. She was calling and calling to them, running around, trying to figure out how to rejoin them. I finally decided to help her out. She ran up to me in the barn yard, panting with anxiety. I decided to let them stay in the field, since they weren’t near the road. But Maggie was scared to go by herself. I had to walk her over to join the rest of the escaped convicts. Brats.
The brats got out of the fence on me today. Grrrr! Jumped right over it. How in the heck they get their spindly legs to launch their fat butts that high is beyond me!