Barney hurt his leg somehow last night, so I moved him over with the girls (and away from the Duke & Sons Brigade) so he could rest better. Liam and Jeb sneaked though the gate while I was moving Barney, and I decided they might as well have a vacation, too. Those poor Shetlands put up with a lot.
Duke also attempted to follow with his army of mini-mes, but I shut the gate in his face. He was very offended. I explained the concept of “defeating the purpose,” but I don’t think he understood what I meant by that. Then I tried to explain “you make too many Dukelings when you get out,” but he didn’t understand that one, either. He’s still up by the gate pouting, but I have no sympathy.
Lana, Nina, and Neo all ran to greet the incoming Shetlands, while the Soays hung back and looked spooked. Changes from routine are spooky. I only had my cell phone, since I hadn’t expected anything unusual to happen, but I was just glad I had any camera at all.
Since Flynn doesn’t have much routine yet to disrupt, and he likes meeting new people, he ran right up to the big Shetland boys. He was pretty sure they came for the sole purpose of playing with him.
“Hi! Anybody want to play with me?”
Much to the despair of his mother, who has relaxed a great deal in her over-protectiveness but would still rather he stop trying to play with strange sheep over ten times his size.
“Do you see how ridiculous that boy is? I tell him over and over, ‘Don’t talk to strangers, Flynn!’ but does he listen? No he does not.”
Nina and Jeb got into a brief, friendly bout of shoving, just to get reacquainted, which spooked little Flynn into sprinting back to his mother.
“Moooommy! I don’t think I want to play with these guys anymore!”
Which in turn brought Helicopter Mom Nova stomping back to put the fear of herself into the bullies.
“Alright, which one of you horrible people scared my baby?”
No one was
stupid brave enough to confess. Fortunately for their continuing health, Nova was distracted from her warpath when Flynn decided to get over his fright by running off to terrorize play with Angel. Following Angel is Flynn’s favorite game, because Angel jumps way up in the air and runs really fast when he chases her. Everyone else just looks at him in varying degrees of patient tolerance and nudges him back towards his mom when he tries to play.
Nova looked distinctly annoyed as she walked by to go chase him down
again. My sympathy is limited, considering I told her not to have another lamb in the first place.
“Keeping up with that lamb is wearing me out! I’m going to stuff him in that hollow tree and never let him out!”
Eventually in all the milling around, Liam finally found Lana. I wasn’t sure he’d recognize her with her haircut, but he did.
“Hey look! It’s my girlfriend, Lana!”
Neo wasn’t terribly happy about that reunion. He’d gotten used to being the only wether in the field, and thought he should still be Lana’s boyfriend. Lana was a bit alarmed by all the attention.
“What am I supposed to do with TWO boyfriends?”
Unfortunately for Neo, Lana seems to like Liam best. She follows him around, while Nina and Neo follow her around. Neo does have my sympathy, since he is a sweet boy and doesn’t really deserve to get dumped, but Liam and Lana have always been inseparable when they’re in the same field, so I’m not surprised it turned out that way.
Nova, (back from chasing down and retrieving her adventurous son once again,) looks at me and rolls her eyes at the drama, which is a bit hypocritical of her, really.
“Why do those Shetlands have to be so dramatic?”
It’s no wonder easygoing Neo prefers to hang out with the Shetlands. He and Liam settled their differences with a minimum of pushing, and now everyone’s happy again.
Except Angel, who is keeping a suspicious eye on Flynn in case he decides he wants to play again. She says lambs are really super annoying and they shouldn’t be allowed to pick on the grown-ups, which is really very hypocritical of her. My sympathy for Angel is also limited.
No one’s fighting with any desire to injure, and Barney’s found a nice pile of waste hay to sleep on and rest his leg, so as far as I’m concerned things are good.