I arrived at Bothy Field this morning and found the sheep very jittery. Looking for the cause, I found one of the older ewes jumping and kicking like a ‘bucking bronco’, with a hay net snagged and twisted around her horns. However, rather than shaking it off, she was becoming ever more tightly entangled – and frantic. Fortunately, the trailing draw-cord caught one of her hooves, she lost balance, and that was my opportunity.
We know eachother well, me and her, so once I had her leaning back against me she remained calm, quiet, still.
Once I’d freed her, I told her she could go and get breakfast with the others, but she only went a few steps away, turned and looked at me awhile : I like to think that she was expressing her thanks.