There’s a field at the back of our house. When we first moved in it was a lovely wilderness with huge bramble patches, trees, and clumps of willow growing in the boggy bits. It was somewhere the kids could play and there was a meandering path with views of the hills for local dog walkers. A couple of years later one of the neighbours decided to rent it for her ponies and it was all fenced off. The kids lost the plank swing on the smaller oak tree, but hey, there were ponies!!
About six months later the neighbour left and the field was taken over by the local farmer – cue wholesale bull dozing of all the wild bits and the appearance of the sheep …. I used to quite like sheep but I am now completely paranoid about them because when the (now) older dog was about six months old she got into the field, and when I found her, was having a wonderful time lolloping around after them. When I called she came to me quite quickly but the farmer in the end house was swearing and threatening to get his gun! When I got home he turned up on the doorstep to apologise for being so horrid – to my husband – I was hiding in the garage with the dogs! But from then on I have had a complete sheep phobia, and if I know there are sheep in the field I am stressy and anxious. Which is a bit of a strain, as we have tups in there for nine months of the year!
The last lot disappeared a few weeks ago and I thought the field was empty until I caught a glimpse of a pony through the undergrowth! Yay! It has taken about ten days to find them up our end of the field when I’ve been home and it’s been dry enough to go out, but on Saturday I took a mug of tea down the garden and who should be behind next doors shed than these three 🙂 That foal is so cute!