Cat, what cat?

What a lot of mud we've got here at the moment...and it's certainly not glorious - I've had to have a bath twice in the last week and I'm not pleased about it.  Skye is staying indoors until it dries up she says.  She reckons she's got an allergy to getting dirty - allergy to work more likely - but it's not stopping Pie or me sorting sheep out and watching cattle.  Pie's alright really, and certainly gets them moving if they slow up

She's getting better with Tinker as well, or rather, Tinker is getting better with her.  They don't seem to mind each other at all, but if truth be told, I think Pie just pretends she can't see the cat, all the while hoping that no-one from the Jack Russell society comes calling.  Apparently being friendly with a cat is a definite no,no if you want to be Jack Russell of the year...poor Pie - she's always working away, looking for something to terrorise and just can't believe the cat's off limits

Lambs on the move

Winter's definitely on the way today - I couldn't see past my nose this morning for all the mist and rain.  It didn't stop us going out though, Pie and me - it'd take more than a bit of weather to stop us working.  The same definitely doesn't go for Skye, who just groaned and went back to sleep.

We had all the lambs to move today - I got them to the gate in the field they were coming out from and then little Pie chivvies them out of the gate if they look like they don't want to go.  It works really well, as long as Pie hasn't got distracted and gone off hunting, then I have to do the chivvying.  Anyway, today it worked a treat and we had them moved into a new field in a flash.

We'll just have to hope they stay where they're supposed to be, but Pie and Daisy have volunteered to keep any eye out and bark like crazy if one of the little rascals gets out.