Shane’s favourite work­ers

NZ Lifestyle Block - - Notebook -

When the ride-on mower died, that was it.

“I let the sheep take over lawn-mow­ing! At night I lock up doors and just let them out to graze around the green­houses.”

In the win­ter he ad­mits to get­ting a bit lax. One time he turned up and his sheep were gone.

“Gee, where’s my sheep. I hunted the whole bound­ary and thought, ‘some­one’s stolen my sheep!’ Then all of a sud­den I saw a white shape mov­ing in the green­house.”

The doors had blown open in the night, the sheep had got in, then the doors had blown shut af­ter them. When Shane found them, they had chewed out the beans – strings in­cluded – and were feast­ing on the pars­ley.

“I thought if I left the door open they’d wan­der out, but it took four or five days to get them out. They were en­joy­ing it, they wanted to stay.”

At the end of the sea­son Shane rips out the tomato plants to the de­light of his well-fed sheep, who will munch on the un­picked fruit for days.

The flock is made up of Rom­ney-south­down ewes, prodigy of a fine-look­ing ram that turned up on a mate’s hill­side, badly in need of a shear and lame with footrot. Ac­cord­ing to Shane, his sheep scoff everything, es­pe­cially his or­chard fei­joas which rarely get to hit the ground.

“I’ve seen them stand on each oth­ers’ backs to get them. Beans are the favourite – beans are the ul­ti­mate.

“They’re not so keen on bit­ter melon.” The clue might be in the name.

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