well a tup in the wrong field is a damn sight better than dead sheep! but for some reason far more anoying, as their is a living breathing thing I can blame for it.
Well the fencing hole isnt really a hole - more like burrowing, looks like a badger or fox has burrowed abit under the wire, and the Ram (teabag is his name - not my choosing) calmly puts his head under, lifts it up and trots through, interestingly at glance it is still stock proof coming back the other way!
Rams are rams, and horny rams are horny rams.
my experience is, Hebs arn't so much escape artists, as just very patient explorers, but they tend to return to the field they came from after a jaunt, the ewes at least, the rams seem to hunt down and polled ram they can and have a scrap, then tup a few commercials belonging to anyone but me, on their way home. (ANd that time was because a neighbour let them out............ into his fields (we often share grazing as it suits us), forgetting the road gate was open on his.