We have an old Soay ewe, Balou, who when she was younger was always the one to lead the breakaway. She didn't stand and call, but just before the flock was running into the catching pen she would hurtle off in a different direction and the others streamed off after her.
We decided to send her for slaughter as we weren't lambing from her. For three years in a row she managed to avoid the fateful day, on one occasion simply sailing straight over hurdles and fence in a oner when the others were going into the trailer. By then we quite admired her survival skills and stopped trying to eat her

, not least because she was getting tough and scrawny by then.
Now she, another Soay and an ancient Shetland live loose around the place. They tend to congregate around the kitchen door, begging for crusts and Balou is always the first with her head in your pocket. We keep her away from the rest of the flock at rounding up time and life is smooth

We also don't have her with our other old biddies as she pushes and shoves at feeding time.
