We got a fifth sheep – her name is “Ma” – last Sunday. She is not dog-broke and has not been sheared for a long time (shearer is coming this week) and she butted  me, then tried to stomp her feet and intimidate Red. That did not work. He went into his werewolf crouch and backed her up along the fence until she turned and ran to the other sheep. Red has a stare that would melt steel. We’ll see what she looks like without some of that wool.