In my late teens I took a job tending sheep during the lambing season. Why the woolies give birth in the dead of night I'll never know! During the day, I worked in a boat yard scraping hulls and painting the bottoms of the boats. I was trying to earn money to buy my own sailboat.
The looney sheep would wander down to the boatyard and get chased by the local dogs and end up in the bay.....I'd have to wade in, grab them by their fleece and physically turn them towards shore and get them back to the pasture.
In my opinion, all those striving for a position of eldership in the org should be made to tend a flock of real sheep for at least a month. I hated to be called a 'sheep'. I just plain hate sheep.
Warrigal (sheep baaaad, lambchops good)