at the end of the day, as you slump into bed like a sack of spuds and the bleats of ewes and lambs fall quiet, content with full bellies, you remember why you do this… because,

secretly, you love every minute, every filthy, achy, precious, joyful moment of it.

If you’re trying to get sheep through a space and they won’t budge, step back and they will acknowledge the space and walk on faster than if you try to shove them through with your knee or foot. The last farmer I worked with was amazed at the ease with which I got jobs done and how different the sheep were with me. He implements the same calmer pra