Chaos caused by number 3

I don't know where the time has gone today and why I still have a list as long as my arm still to do.  Things went haywire at lunchtime when I wasn't quick enough getting out of the gate after replenishing the sheep water.  One of the Blackies and her twin lambs escaped and charged off up the field.  It was one of my favourites, number 3, who is fairly friendly so I managed to get her penned up in a corner but I couldn't get her back with the other sheep as by this time Stumpy was attempting to climb the gate to see what was happening with Two Tone pawing the ground beside her.  By the time I had seen to all the alpaca water number 3  and her lambs had disappeared and the temporary pen was destroyed so I spent several hours driving round all fields, up the drove, in and out the double hedge boundaries but there was no sight of her. In the end I gave up and went home to make some phone calls and went back with Carl later - counted the sheep, still missing.  So Carl and I drove round and round, looked in neighbouring fields, looked over the valley from The Ridge - nothing.  Carl then spotted one black lamb charging about on the outside of the electric fence and on recounting we found number 3 and one lamb was back in the paddock.  Carl says I miss counted and she had been there all the time but, if that is the case, how on earth did she get back in?

Little Wee, the cat, looks very strange at the moment as one ear appears to have died at the top and is flapping around turned over whilst the other is pricked up.

. . and Zara, my lovely black maiden alpaca 335 days yesterday, looks a trifle restless!!