Delicately stopping and starting, moving in just the right direction when the mobbette wanted to go the wrong way, ears pricked and alert. Geriatric terrier limping along behind barking encouragement. Visiting relatives decide to help this time. Sheep decide to go through fence rather than gate, and get tangled up. Eventually we reach The Gate for the third time.
Sheep consider their options.
Great glee as we quickly shut the gate before they change their mind. She takes pity on us and murmers something soothing about 6 sheep being much harder to move than 6 thousand. Leaves, shaking her head and no doubt muttering about these hobby farmers who give the valley a bad name. Kathy in West Oz, shepherd extrodinaire. How to pee on compost heap.