Annye and Rusty arrived on a trailer and by the time they pulled into the pasture, both of them had already made it clear who was going to be running this pasture. Scottish Highlands have a reputation for being easygoing, and mostly that's true — but "easygoing" and "opinionated about breakfast" are not mutually exclusive, as we learned by day three.
The first week was mostly watching from the cattle panel fence line. They paced the perimeter, sniffed everything twice, and gave the dogs a look that made it pretty clear who they thought was in charge. By the second week they'd found their spot — a shaded rise near the old fence post — and started coming to the gate when they heard the feed bucket rattle.
What surprised us most wasn't the size of them, it's the patience. Rusty in particular will stand still for what feels like an hour if it means a good brushing or a scratch behind the horns. Annye's still working on trust, but she's stopped bolting when we walk in the pasture, which counts as real progress out here.
We'll keep posting updates as the two of them settle in for real — right now it's still early days, but it already feels like they belong on this ridge.
