When I go for a walk in the woods behind the farm, Socks often follows me out into the back pasture. She’ll stand just past the gate, baaing until the dogs and I are out of sight.
It’s unusual because she leaves the flock behind.
And sometimes, like today, she’s waiting alone in the back pasture when we come back from our walk. I took this picture of Socks, on her way back to the barn ahead of us.