The Gap

The Sheep Gang found the gap. Not the Watford Gap, but a gap in the fence. I had spotted one on the wrong side of the fence last week so went to check how it had gotten through. Having rattled the treat bucket, the whole crew came running; no issues with the fence buster culprit getting stuck on the wrong side. With them all distracted by treats, I went to explore. And what I found was a fairly large gap between an old gate and a strainer post. I made the executive decision to shift them to another field and ignore the gap. All grand. Then, I got the message one night that the dung spreaders would be arriving first thing the following morning. Now I needed to shift the sheep again.

Bright and breezy (if that’s how you define sheets of rain coming off the hill) and I was trudging across the field, another bucket of treats with the Crew making me look like the Pied Piper. This time I convinced them to go into the Old Woods.

The Dung Spreaders did their work which meant I then had fewer options for the sheep. No problem, I gave them hay where they had been initially and let them back.

But this was where in the short space of time, I had forgotten about the gap. And it was only a few days later that a neighbour spotted their adventures. Something needed to be done.

Baler twine, a knife, and a mobile sheep gate, and I went to see what I could do. The result was satisfactory. Whether it could be classified as fencing or weaving, I’m not sure. But no sheep have been successful getting past this new border patrol.