Finding Barbara

“She’s enormous and sounds like she’s smoked a pack of Winnie Reds” read the message I sent my neighbours.

My big girl Barbara went missing last weekend – and it’s been a stressful time. Not just because she was missing, but also because it’s hard to give an accurate description of a sheep, especially when you’re in a sheep farming district.

“She has a quiffy kinda wool puff on her forehead – more like a front mullet than a dome and her tail is longer than it should be” I explained to anyone that could be bothered listening.

And look, I can appreciate the absurdity. I absolutely can. It’s like someone asking if I’d seen their missing ant.

So this afternoon, while I was in full Bo Peep mode on the road (sadly without a bonnet and crook) a car pulled up and asked if I was ok.

Bless them.. I did a quick synopsis on the sheep situation, including an impersonation of her ‘Winnie reds’ baa – which by way of background, is something Barbara has always had.

She came to me after being found suckling from her dead mum – I’m guessing some kind of Darren Lockyer situation unfolded with her vocal cords*

Anyhoo, I got chatting to these guys.

They live down the road and are gay BTW (before we get too excited about breaking the D drought).

We spoke about their property, what they did, my skincare and if they had rosehips…

It was a pretty bizarre roadside chat come to think of it 🤣

And just as we were winding up the conversation, I heard the most guttural, earthly noise come from behind me.

There. She. Was…, staring at me from behind someone else’s fence..on someone else’s farm.

“Brrooagghh”.. She repeated.

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Cue me standing on the road, spontaneously crying while my new friends got to witness the sounds of a ciggie smoking sheep.

This is the best end to the week I could have imagined ❤

Post Script: I fed her some lucerne and left her for the night. Mainly because the light was fading, I have no idea who owns that farm, where the gates are or if they’ll take kindly to me trespassing.

See the retrieval operation below

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