Spot is in the limelight or–er–spotlight this week. [Sorry, but I couldn’t resist.]
Spot is super sweet, but I do have a funny story about her.
A few days ago the sheep were all munching grass around the wood crib. Brownie headed off behind the garden and orchard, and the rest of the sheep followed suit per usual–except Spot.
Spot, like Hawkeye and Annie the chickens, does more of her own thing. She’s often a bit farther off from the rest of the flock. She approaches us. She just seems more independent and curious.
This time she was munching away, apparently oblivious to the fact that the rest of the flock had gone elsewhere. After about 30 seconds, she looked up and no other sheep was around.
She looked around, right, left. No sheep!
She baa’ed. “Where is everyone?”
She looked some more.
She baa’ed again. “Where is everyone???”
Brownie baa’ed back, from all the way around the garden and orchard, on the far side of the paddock at the time.
Spot baa’ed back.
Brownie replied. “We’re over here, Spot.”
Spot baa’ed one more time and then ran–I mean–ran up the side of the garden, turned left, along the length of the garden and orchard, and back to the rest of the flock in the far corner where there’s some really delicious honeysuckle.
No, I don’t speak sheep, but it was pretty clear what they were saying that day.