After the fog lifted this morning, the dogs and I took a run with the Polaris up the hill. It's still very soggy and muddy, and I nearly got the Polaris bogged in an innocent-looking, but nefarious, stretch. One lovely benefit of the run, though, was seeing the flock putting themselves back into Waterfall Gully, grazing into an easterly breeze. I was delighted on two counts--first, they are clearly working the run better on their own now, and second, the best diversity for them at the moment is in the Waterfall Gully and the Back Gully Reserve at the southern end. Given the wind direction today, this was their best bet, and they clearly thought so too! No shepherding today--I'm still resting my dodgy ankle, and I'm also going to see one of the Festival of Voices performances today, at the Rosny Barn--the UTAS singers, in a program of musical theatre songs from vintage to modern. I'm really looking forward to it!