Living the flock life quite naturally creates a set of rather unique instinctual skills.
For instance, even in a gathering of thousands, you will automatically know when a flock member has wandered away on their own.
And since the protection of your flock is all that stands between you and someone else’s voracious fangs, the wanderer must then be “rounded up” – for their own good, of course.
Hum dee dum dee dum dee dee dee dum….Oh! Well, hello there! My keen flock instincts tell me you are waiting to be “rounded up.”Nope, Mom – I’ve got this. No I don’t need backup.Although – odd – something does smell awfully good.I wonder what it could be…?Snif…..snif…..snifffff…..It’s YOU!With so much of you to round up, I’m sure a little nibble won’t be missed.Or maybe a slightly larger nibble….after all, it will take quite a bit of energy to round you up.And the “rounder upper” must be properly fortified for such an important and demanding job….
