The shepherds really have no end of trouble with sheep who are bad flockers.
They look innocent enough, but they are a bad influence on the others.
A year ago Leroy had to struggle to catch the lamb we later named Cassandra. He tied her to a tree until he could come back to get her. Some well-meaning strangers came by and untied her, and she ran off and never did get her tail docked. She turned out to be a trouble-maker, a fear-monger, always sowing dark rumours among the flock. Now we have two more who obviously demonstrate the same outsider mentality.
On Friday there were fifteen contented sheep around the house, but these three were not among them. By yesterday the others had moved on to graze elsewhere, and the trio from the north arrived.
Through the wonders of modern technology, I can send the d'Entremonts pictures: lambs caught in the act of having tails. At last our spying on sheep is useful.