Mrs Down's Diary
Four tups stood gorging themselves on rolled barley in the meal shed. One had already been sick, but manfully decided to have another go at bloating itself on the heap of new crop barley they had found.
In a panic I whooshed them out of the shed and guided them back across the yard and back through the gate into the home paddock they had escaped from. Nell, our sheepdog loved all the excitement . Back in business again, snapping at a sheep's heels enjoying the thrill of it all.
For the full feature see West Sussex Gazette August 9