Yesterday morning I worked Pat at Dianne's in her horse arena. (Her alfalfa fields are completely overrun with alfalfa.)
We're still working on slowing down, lying down when I whistle it…which we're working on being calmly….and, of course, my timing. I tend to *FREAK OUT* when the sheep approach an obstacle and the realization hits, like in one of those I Forgot My Pants dreams, that they aren't there where they should be. They will *miss* the obstacle.
"OHMYGODNO! LIE DOWN, AWAY! AWAYAWAYAW…COMEBY!! FOR THE LOVE OF ALLTHATISHOLY LIEDOWNCOMEBYAWAY!"
Yes, there is a whistle for that. It's illegal in most states, EXCEPT Idaho. It throws birds off their migration.
I need to remember to lie Pat down and let the sheep drift, using the draw to help place them, before re-engaging Pat. I need to remember to be calm because aside from the frantic whistle/command screeching…I also flail and dance around on limbs akimbo. It's HUGELY amusing for Dianne, which is really WHY I think she continues to encourage me in this sport.
Sometimes I wonder why she and P*trick don't ask me to wear a giant ram costume and sell snacks at their trials and clinics instead. I'd be really good at that….
But I do know how to whistle. In several languages.