On Sunday Morning we moved Vincent and Luke to the home field with the last remaining lambs that will eventually go to market....... he wasn't impressed.. he sent his first 20 minutes crying and chasing the flock round..... eventually coming to the gate for a love.. he was sweaty.... panting... and showed no signs of settling down.
We moved Jonty's gang to the furthest point away... three fields up, so two separating them from this frantic boy.... we were expecting a delivery of hay so we were there for the best part of an hour, and watched in between loading bales into the barn, all ready for the winter.... I was on top of the stack as was easier for me to build it with Nigel and his muscles throwing them up to me... Vincent was still unhappy..
With the jobs done we left, with the gimmers and Jonty contentedly grazing but with Vincent pacing up and down. Nigel went to check them before going up to the Street Head Inn for a pint in the evening, and all was quiet........
Little did we know... this morning I went to check them, and was horrified to see a white mass way up the adjoining wall to Vincent's field... I stopped the car and walked up the field... luckily it was a couple of old plastic bags..... not Vincent.... I do wish people wouldn't leave things in the field like that... it always give me a heart attack........ I had a quick look over the wall and then popped round with some nuts for Vincent....... trouble was he was missing!
I went up to feed Jonty's gang......... and oh boy... there he was... he'd managed to find a way through, over or under 3 walls and fences........... he's going to have to be removed completely... probably with Luke and Tweedle for company... honestly... persistent little boy............ I quite proud of him really!