We'd had big plans for last Wednesday, which were cancelled due to snow. Today was the make-up day. (Of course, it snowed again last night and this morning. Go figure.)
Step one was loading Goldie in the car. I'd hoped to get some pics of that, but had my hands full wrangling gates and car doors while poor Madman had his hands full of crazed sheep. (You can't reason with sheep. That 'Fight or Flight' thing? They're pretty much all about the flight. The best you can do is hang on tight and try to steer.)
"We're going where??"
"Well, why didn't you say so?"
Goldie's getting to visit an Old Flame.
His name is Apollo.
He was pretty happy, too.
Though maybe his owner should have let it be a surprise. She went out this morning to find that he had busted down the door of the Honeymoon Suite and was running amok through the barn and pasture. She finally got him shut out of the barn so she could shift around some bewildered sheep without him knocking her into next week.
So the happy reunion is put off for a bit, until she can get the pen door back on its tracks and the ram safely captured again.
Goldie, meanwhile, is renewing acquaintance with some old friends and waiting for her Big Date.
And, yes, I know - we're doing it backwards. We're having our sheep bred at lambing time. That's the way it worked out. We've never aspired to Normal...
Onyx and Merlin are currently standing at the fence, staring at the car and wondering where Goldie went, with an occasional forlorn "baa?"