Jonathan: I started my morning rounds a little earlier today: the sheep were still in Haun, wending their way towards the steading. I took my time getting all feed ready for sheep, for geese, and chickens … but still no sheep. I cupped my hands and called them: Trobhaibh! … Trobhaibh!. The first black head appeared over the rock outcrop by the bend in the road: Trobhaibh! More heads appear. Trobhaibh!, Trobhaibh! Black heads were followed by little black lambs … and then they started galloping. And galloping behind them were … Eriskay ponies, manes streaming, hooves thundering! Oh dear – gatecrashers! It was quite a struggle keeping the ponies away from the sheep’s feed … until I hit on the idea of giving them the (empty) bucket!