IN EARLY November 2021, I found my aged lead sheep, named Boss Ewe, dead. It was expected, and she went quietly in her sleep, but it has hit me hard. Now, after a bit of time, in order to remember the pleasure she gave me in her life, I am going to start to tell you why she was such a special sheepie.
Boss Ewe was born on a warm sunny afternoon. I stepped around a corner in the yard and her mother was standing there with two black feet sticking out her back end. I was
