"Got a sheep that's gettin' a bit lang in th' tooth. she'll be headin' tae th' butcher in puckle weeks. Come thes way, ye can meit 'er."

The Farmer waved them along and Angus figured the message was clear enough without him having to translate. They make their way over to a fence and Mclean pointed out into the pasture where a flock of sheep was absently munching. They'd been recently sheered but weren't uncomfortable in the early autumn weather. One of them was a mature ewe that looked to be just past her prime and he nods to her.

"That's th' a body, she's jist hud 'er lest summer givin' birth."

Mclean explained and Angus would fill in that the older sheep was going to be slaughtered soon if she needed the help figuring it out.