I’m surprised at how happy I am to have the entire flock back at my place.  Part of it is certainly a logistical relief, that I can walk outside and quickly get a sense of whether anything has gone seriously wrong, but there’s a less tangible part as well, a sense of completeness when the animals are nearby.  Maybe I am becoming a shepherd.

We got about 48 hours respite from the rain, but now it’s back in earnest.

I tried to convince Cleo and the ewes that it wasn’t my fault, but I’m not sure they believed me.  I set them up for the night on a hillside in the lee of the wind, so they’ll have a bit of protection; I’ll try to resist the urge to apologize in the morning.