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.
It has been 3 weeks since we got dumped on by Mother Nature. The sheep do not like to walk through deep snow. So, for three weeks they have confined themselves to the trampled-down area right outside the barn door and against the south wall of the barn (where they can scratch their backs). The day before the storm (3/1) was 60 degrees outside. The sheep got out of the fence and headed to the soybean field.
When I let them back in the barn that day I just opened the barnyard gate and called them. They came running, so I ran to the barn door to shut it behind them once they were inside. Never went out and to shut the pasture gate. By next morning the snow was too deep to even try.
Three weeks later that gate is still open, 10 feet from the trampled-down area.
The girls haven’t even tried to get out. They have to be getting tired of staying in the same small area every day. What they don’t seem to realize is how much the snow has settled. They could easily walk through it now without getting bogged down. And I’m sure not gonna tell 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.