Here’s another daft little sheep story, this time from the Westmorland Gazette: an air ambulance pilot who put his helicopter down on pasture land near Kirkstone Pass, only to be surrounded by a whole flock of the woolly blighters.
The article says he employed “down to earth shepherding skills” to shoo them away; but I have visions of him having to fight them off with a bargepole in order to get to the injured person he was there to treat.
Sheep can of course be terminally curious – I’ve often seen them standing in the middle of a lane in order to watch a car – but normally I’d have expected them to be terrified of the noise of the chopper blades. I’d love to know what caused them to run towards this particular helicopter rather than away from it. Perhaps the pilot disguised himself as a hay bale?