We got off to a busy start this morning with some sheep to move and then found the Angus bull was missing. We had a good look round his field, but oh no, nothing big and black to be seen. It took us a while to work out what the big brute had done – he'd walked out along the burn, under the main road and up the other side. I was keen to chase him about and scamper him back to his field, but I was overruled and we just put him back to the shed for a while...we'll have to have a bit of a think about him tomorrow.
When we got back in we saw Daisy had been up to her tricks again and had upset Skye who had had a little pop at her to teach her a lesson. Skye's pretty patient but when she does get cross it's best to just get out of the way if you can – she's been known to bite people she doesn't know if they come into the yard. We never did find out what Daisy had done as Skye wasn't telling and Daisy was jabbering nervously at us all. Skye got told off a bit and went off to her bed muttering – I definitely heard the words "Daisy" "lah-de-dah" and "spoilt" as she went. Daisy asked me what she could do to get back into "Auntie Skye's" good books – I just said grovel, then grovel a bit more. She looked a bit doubtful...
Anyway all was back to normal later in the day when we got back in (we'd been getting the barley ready to feed to the cows). Skye hasn't got a bad bone in her body and was out sitting in the sun with Lah-de-dah lying on her feet. Thank goodness – I couldn't put up with Skye sulking and Daisy wailing all night.
Take care
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