It was a noisy wake-up call. The neighbour's poultry get going as soon as dawn breaks (around 4am), then the sheep get started and eventually the dogs start thinking about food.
This morning was exceptionally noisy. There were 12 baa-baa noises coming from the enclosure near to the cabin (where we left the birch and willow branches for the sheep) and one solitary but very loud baaaaa-baaaaaaaaa noise coming from down near the sheep shed. I wandered down (in dressing gown) and found number 125 sort of stuck feet first in a roll of fencing which we had left by the shed. Somehow the roll had tipped over and the sheep had jumped into it. Poor thing couldn't move.
It only took a couple of minutes to cut her free and she didn't seem to be suffering post-traumatic stress.
