We Are Outta Here!

I've found that 48 hours is usually a good test of a new plan around here. The first 24 hours are the hardest, but if everyone can sit down and think about things, usually by the third day everyone is happy.  And if they're not, then even it *I* think it's a good plan, I usually give in and let them do what they want.

Henri lasted about 36 hours in Del Boca Vista before I was mowed down convinced to let her back out with the "general prison population".  For a sheep who's so arthritic she can barely hop in and out of the barn and totter out to graze, the lush, tall grass, unlimited food and a shed with a handicap entrance, I'd have thought would be paradise.  Um, that would be a no.

Ford seemed "okay" although he was upset when the rest of the flock headed out to graze and he couldn't join them.  He made it the full 48 hours, but yesterday morning he was still calling out as they left and he and Jester looked so sad that I opened the gate.  Okay.  We can make this work.  It's better for them to be moving around more anyway.

"We are outta here!"  

Henri was already out, but just can't make it very far.

J:  "I do kinda like that little paddock though."

F:  "Maybe it wasn't so bad."

F:  "It IS a long way out there..."

J:  "Henri?"

At this point I followed the rest of the sheep out behind the arena.  I thought maybe that would encourage the boys to come with and catch up.  I took some pictures, visited with Hank and headed back in to find...

Jester's still torn about the other sheep, but is leading the way back to DBV.

H:  "What took you all so long?"

J:  "Well, Ford, what do you think?"

F:  "There IS food in there..."

And since this time it was THEIR idea... ;-D