Today the ewes went back nicely, this time through a smaller hole. I tried to get the electric fencing we put up inside the sheep mesh to work in the forest pasture, but it wasn’t brilliant. I moved them to Sam’s field and turned the electricity on there. That worked better. The first year we had sheep there was a guy who came to the farm who taught some of us how to shear and a few other bits and bobs. We asked if the sheep got used to being sheared from one time to the next, but he said sheep only had three things on their minds: eating, bonking, and holes in fences, they take everything else as it comes. All the ewes had found the same tiny, tiny hole and what’s more, they went back the same way.