Oh, and today we came home from work, and as we drove up the driveway, there is Sydney watching us from the field. But not the field his fence is in. Because he knocked part of it down, and eventually got brave enough to pass the weak electrical barrier and go grazing. He trotted up to the car to say hello, all proud of himself.

It doesn’t look like he tried to get in the fence with all the hot ewes in it. Or the young rams. Nope, he was content to just wander the yard, get brambles in his wool, and eat.

What a stud.

Oh, and did we mention some of the ducks will now eat out of our hands?