Not to worry, I'm still standing

I took a flyer today, 

one sheep plus one pallet collided with my person.

It could have been worse,

each shin could have gone into two separate parts, 

but they stayed joined.

Which is good.

And this was after yesterday,

when another sheep bounced against my chest,

and sent me flying sideways.

Not to worry, everything still worked afterwards.

In truth, I am a bit fed up with flying sheep,

who do not appreciate that they need to be wormed and bot fly protected,

instead take on their flightiest diva behaviour,

and barge with force into whatever and whoever is in the way,

with some force will they do this.

That was yesterday, when a nice vet lady visited.

Lester and her remained unbarged into,

it was only me that got the full force of a sheep 

who did not appreciate being stuck into with a needle.

Today, this happened:

...sheep shearing time.

One would think that the sheep would appreciate the removal of their winter coats,

but no,

all were in a grump,

possibly because this was the second day cooped up in the paddock.

It was the last sheep.

She was the one who leapt as high as my head,

and sent me flying backwards with a thump,

together with the pallet I was holding to act as a gate.

All fell on me.

But the good news is that the ground was soft,

which is a good thing,

because I only went down with a half a goodly thump.

I should be getting on with this....

..which is the Labartere milk production treadmill,

(cows milk on the left, goats milk on the right)

but I feel curiously weak.

I would take a nap,

but every time I shut my eyes

I 'see' the picture of a sheep jumping into me.

Not to worry,

it will pass.

We have spent the last two days trying to catch sheep, 

trying to catch goats,

trying to catch the calf.
We are sort of all animalled out.
We think we might have an early night

and start again in the morning.

Two of the geese banging on the doors of the Half Barn,
saying that it is supper time.

The rest waiting patiently...

.... please note that we still have Ducky,
he has obviously not gone into the pot yet,
although is still raging with the desire to procreate,
and any one of the geese  will do to practice on,
he thinks.