Sheep chase

Well Mini Crofter, we’re going on a sheep hunt, we’re going to chase the wee ‘un’. We’re going on a ewe hunt, before she has her lamb. Bear? What bear? This is Scotland the brave Crofting boy (think Corries, land of t’ purple heather, land where the midgies gather), there’s nae bears. And besides, your mum has no time for the library at the moment so we’ll just enact the scenes if your pram could just detour the ewe from that gate and try not to roll into the electric fence… Continue reading Sheep chase