Izzy is one of our biggest and most idiosyncratic Romney sheep. These days, she is often out grazing in the pasture alone, an unusual habit for a sheep. Maria and I went out to the far pasture this morning, Red walking behind us.

Suddenly, he perked up and saw Izzy grazing alone. Red went into his crouch and started creeping towards Izzy, who was wolfing down some fresh grass from the pasture.

It’s very unusual to see sheep alone. Maria thinks Izzy is just expressing his individuality, I think she’s gone bonkers and has dementia.

There’s still some juice in the old boy, though, as Red advanced towards Izzy, he just took off, heading fast for the pole barn and his brothers and sisters. He wanted no trouble from Red.

Red was pleased, and we slowly walked him back to the barn.