As a child, I found such unexpected pleasure in the rambling vegetable patch that burgeoned just outside the kitchen door, pulling carrots for dinner and watching the Queensland Blue pumpkins swell. The veggie patch, however, was often the bane of my mother’s life, and I can still see her flying through the kitchen door violently flapping her tea-towel and calling out ‘you brute’.George was the culprit, our pet sheep.An animal of formidable character and cunning, George was no ordinary sheep. One day, the rams followed him into the garden and started to chase him. He quickly led them towards the ...