I took Ben out to the sheep yesterday, in the hope he would chase them a little. He did - just not very much. We walked around in the ring for 45 minutes, but Ben was more interested in sheep poop. Better luck next time.
Brenda is the only Suffolk-cross in the pie, so she is instantly recognisable.
She is one of the most unfit sheep I have ever seen (and I’ve seen a lot of sheep), and she gets tired within fifteen minutes - so imagine her after an hour. It looks something like this: