Poem: ‘Fothering the Sheep’

Fothering the sheep Only minus seven this morning but the gate latches are frozen solid. ‘We’ll need a kettleful to unfreeze them.’ There’s more snow forecast and a gale warning. ‘We need to get hay up to the sheep before it blows in.’ The cart’s struggling. The sheep are gathered, waiting. ‘They’re patient, I’ll give … Read more