Anyone who lives on a farm, of any size, would know that every day, your life is unpredictable. It’s hard to make plans. This morning I was writing on the computer when the power went off. No warning. Not even a storm. The dogs were also barking incessantly which is not entirely unusual when people arrive on the farm, but they wouldn’t stop. I went outside to investigate (couldn’t do anything inside anyway) to see the farmer that runs sheep on our place moving sheep back across to our eastern paddock. This happens about every 2-3 weeks. He seemed to be having some issues with some young lambs stuck on the wrong side of the fence. For some reason I didn’t think there was time to get changed. So I grabbed my real sheep dog and went up the back paddock in my wool lined gum ugg boots and my $8 best & less house pants. A mob of sheep and one rogue sheep and lamb later, we had moved them across, discussed the possible causes for poor growth in lambs and taken enough time for the power to come back on. Thankfully my dog looks the part and the farmer is my age and the brother of good friends. Any other farmer might not have even spoken to me.