I have a small flock of Dartmoor grey face and Herdwick sheep, and they bring me huge joy and absolute bewilderment in equal measure.

It's easy to think that sheep are nothing but flighty, stupid creatures with no character, but that's an error. For most sheep, raised for meat in huge flocks, you never really get a chance to learn their individual personalities. I would argue that the ones in huge flocks don't tend to get a chance to develop personalities, because they spend so much time being kept scared and stupid to make them easier to manage.

My lot are daft, no question - but not entirely stupid. As an example, even after getting his head stuck in a bucket, Douglas knew to try and make his way to my voice for help. Well...laughter, rather than voice, admittedly.

Oh, yes, names...I should introduce you properly.  Douglas, he of the ear tag number 42 and his brother, Neil. Then Terry, Charlie and Sybil, are my Dartmoors. The three Herdwicks are Queenie, Ewedini, and Jingle.