I am Not Your Mum!
These sheep followed me for about half a mile, thinking I was going to feed them. Nidderdale. Yorkshire Dales.
I was returning to the car after having had a long walk around Little Whernside in deepest Nidderdale. When I got to Scar House reservoir, I noticed that the farmer was feeding his sheep on the other side of the water. I could hear them bleating and making a noise.
I stopped to take some photographs and it was then that I heard this lot coming down from the moors and coming towards me. They knew that it was feeding time, and they thought that I must have some.
They followed me for about half a mile and only stopped when I went through a gate and couldn’t continue.
Looking back a few minutes later, I saw the farmer approaching with his quad bike loaded up with fodder for these hungry sheep – so all was well.
I was returning to the car after having had a long walk around Little Whernside in deepest Nidderdale. When I got to Scar House reservoir, I noticed that the farmer was feeding his sheep on the other side of the water. I could hear them bleating and making a noise.
I stopped to take some photographs and it was then that I heard this lot coming down from the moors and coming towards me. They knew that it was feeding time, and they thought that I must have some.
They followed me for about half a mile and only stopped when I went through a gate and couldn’t continue.
Looking back a few minutes later, I saw the farmer approaching with his quad bike loaded up with fodder for these hungry sheep – so all was well.
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