I think thats a really good point whitsend.
when people meet my sheep they often say they are like dogs and when I chat happily to them I am occasionally asked " what would you do if they answered you back.
Just because i talk to them dosent mean that I think they understand me. ( heavens sake, I'm lucky if I can get my other half to get what I'm on about half the time let alone sheep!) I do think that they get used to a small number off verbal commands or sounds though which they have learnt to associate with an outcome or reward and learn to respond to a gentle tone over the tone I use when they have broken into the chicken coop and I want them to leave asap.
I dont think my sheep are dogs or humanise as I think this would be very unfair. I see them as the animals that they are and try and see their world as they see it. Attempting to mimic communication that they would recognise, expose them to stimulation and variety and give them the most comfortable, safe, natural and relaxed life that I can.
I do accept however that I am not a sheep so all this interaction is bound to result in an element of humanised rub off too.
I once had a horse who wore a mesh fly visor through the summer months. Every day I would go to his 8 acre field which he shared with other horses and call him to the gate to have his visor removed and a good head scratch before replacing it again. He got used to this and as I mimed the action of putting his visor back on he would obligingly lower his head and wait patiently for me to fasten it securely before the words "see you later" would send him wandering off down the field.
One day however he came to greet me and without his visor and after I had mimed the action of putting his visor on to him a couple of times and showing him my empty hands and asking "where is it?" he turned slowly and ambled off down the field. He followed a different track than usual, one which took him straight to his visor. It was a long way off and in the long grass. He stopped and turned to me before reaching down and picking it up in his teeth. I called him excitedly and and patted my legs enthusiastically for him to bring it back to me and do you know what he did......? He dropped it and waited for me to come to him. Hes a horse not a bl@@dy golden retreiver! What more do you want?
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