Now the ewes are escaping too. They got out this morning. But at least it was easy to get them in again. You know where they went out, and if you herd them ahead of you, they go back to the hole in the fence. It’s as though they actually want to be home in the field, but they don’t quite know how to contain themselves when they see an opening. I felt a twinge of recognition. I guess it’s only . . . human?