This is a post about sheep.
The Wee Guy, Big Brother and his younger sister were moving sheep this evening. It was such a beautiful evening, it even took me out of the house.
They took the sheep to the bottom of the croft into a pen for some dosing and marking.
Did I mention it was a beautiful evening. The temperature is still in single figures (Celsius), but with a very light breeze, and sunshine, it felt wonderful.
I can't say they were too happy at being locked into the pen, but sometimes, needs must.
When I turned the other way, this was what I saw. The machair and the calm Atlantic.
Now, which one first?
The Wee Guy sorted out the doses: 5ml of something and something ml of something else.
I really know my stuff, don't I?
After a while, he decided Auntie Catherine could get the filling-the-doses job and he'd do the lamb-catching for Big Brother.
His technique needs honing, but with a teacher like BB, who could go wrong?
After all, he's taught me all I know.
The lambs get sprayed with a blue dot and an additional dot of either orange or red.
The red dot tells that this lamb's dad is John Wayne.
An orange dot tells us that Bruce is the daddy.
"Am I doing it right, Anne?"
(I do my best to reassure him every so often that he's doing great.)
But then I had to leave them to it. It was after 7pm and the guys at home hadn't been fed.
The Builder doesn't complain about much (anything, in fact), but I did reckon I ought to go and get dinner served. It can be quite a novelty having him home at a reasonable time in the evening, after all.
On my way home, I passed John Wayne and Bruce.
Their babies were being dosed, and marked specifically to show whose they were.
Do they look bothered?