The sheep came running up from the rear pasture this morning, Fate was lying in front of the feeder, and she didn’t move. The sheep, startled, hesitated. Rosemary thought of running right over here, but hesitate. It was Fate’s moment, until Liam came up and tried to butt her. Then she retreated. Still, it was exciting, and I was proud of her. She stopped them cold, for at least two minutes.