Zelda has never been all that much impressed with Red, unlike the other sheep, who tremble at the sight of him. She has knocked him down a few times, run over him, butted him once or twice, and they have settled into a more or less peaceful accommodation. I liked the scene this morning where she turned and looked at me, as if to say “do I have to listen to this pesky little dog?” We think she is pregnant, if there is a big Zelda and a little Zelda, Red may have an interesting summer.