How many divorces have started with moving sheep?
As a farmer’s wife, I am an easy target for anything and everything that goes wrong when moving animals.
It rains. It’s my fault.
I am standing nowhere near the animals and they won’t go in the gate. It’s my fault.
Can you see a pattern emerging?
I admit I have my faults. I am not telepathic. I cannot tell what my husband is thinking and my psychic ability is completely thwarted when it comes to knowing what he wants me to do without him actually telling me.
Instructions are minimal. I should know what he wants without him having to explain.
Wise people would totally avoid their other halves when moving sheep or cattle. The nature of farming though is that it is often all hands on deck.
Luckily for me, I am usually given some prestigious kind of gate duty. Standing in front of a gate to ensure no animals pass me, opening and closing gates to let sheep or people through. It is a very important job.
Obscenities get shouted at anything and everything. The dog, the bike, the sheep-this gives me a little reprieve from him shouting them at me.
The funniest part of it all though is that once the sheep have been moved, the rage just disintegrates. Normal business resumes and life carries on like nothing has happened.
I used to get quite upset about it but, having experienced quite a few of these tantrums, I just smile and nod until it is all over and I usually get an apology. Due to knowing what is happening though and why he behaves like he does, I do laugh a little to myself as he rages at me.
Never take anything seriously when it is said during the movement of farm animals. It is not personal