I decided not to leave them on that side overnight though but instead send them back to where they had been feeding and bedding down. So I took Gibson out with me to help put them away. The ewes were already grouped up and just thinking about where to settle for the night. I asked for a long flank around a slough bed to tuck up a couple animals and Gibson did a lovely run of it, even taking a stop and walk up at that distance from me, to tuck those few up. Then back around he came, passing me on the opposite flank and coming up behind the mob. They were on a trail head and all we needed was to convince them to start moving. It was a relatively simple task but still with some effort required to start the mob. Once they were moving on the trail Gibson surprised me with doing a lovely drive behind the group and the flock headed right to the gate and curled in. Shucks I wish I had my camera. Pretty soon you’ll begin to wonder if I’m making these dogs up. It was one of those unsophisticated sheep, shepherd and stock dog scenario’s that makes this life so rewarding, even in the winter.
|Fall photo of Gibbs|