Every morning and afternoon, when I feed the donkeys and sheep, I count the sheep. It’s not that I have so many sheep I can’t keep track of them, but even when there are only eleven sheep, one can be missing and I might not know.
It’s only happened twice that a sheep was missing (except when we first moved to the farm and all the sheep ran up Route 22 to a neighbors farm). One time Kim got her head stuck in the fence in the back pasture. The other time was when Griselle was fading and confused and couldn’t find her way out of some bushes.
My flock is constantly changing. Last year Robin came unexpectedly and then there were 12 sheep. We’re back down to eleven, for now anyway.