I returned from my coffee with friends (and a pastry too because they looked so good) this morning, to find the farmer in, sitting by the Aga, both nostrils blocked with cotton wool. He was reading the paper, so not too bad I thought.
What happened, he found a sheep that had got out (nothing new there - they are past masters at the art) and had then got itself fast in the hedge. He had to yank hard to extract it, at which point it reared up in the air and hit him clean between the eyes with its very hard head.
Blood pouring from his nostrils he was determined not to let go of its horns until it was returned to the proper field, so blood streaming down he managed to get it back to the flock and then came home, washed himself down and with what was by this time a
very swollen nose, he sat down to recover. Now we are waiting to see if he gets two black eyes as well.
He seems to be recovered and is doing the jig saw, but as it is a cold day he is staying indoors until feed-up time.
One of the perils of farming I am afraid. He has never really liked sheep; he likes them even less now!