Admittedly George was doing his sheep impersonation at the time and munching on grass. One of the sheep must have seen him as a threat and a challenger for her title of Boss of the Sheep; she put down her head and charged him. We're all screaming, 'GEORGE! George! Run!' and he's ignoring us. At last he glances around, sees the charging sheep ... and carries on nibbling. The sheep, put out by this, turns its fury on us. Daughter-in-law and I positively leap over dry streams to get away from the rampant beast.
It's very disconcerting being charged by a sheep. And, somehow you know, it could only happen to George.