Brilliant artist & particular friend Alex Hamilton of White Rock Farm, middle-of-nowhere, near Tayvallich, Argyll, Scotland (whew), communes with un-Scottish (but Scot by birth) Herdwick ewe Rosie. Between them passed arcane lore & hush-hush information, mostly about food, I suspect. Rosie is unique among the White Rock Herdwicks in being unusually tame; she was more or less hand-raised, & she recognizes Alex as being the founder of the feast. Of course they ALL recognize food when it arrives, no matter who accompanies it. No matter what they have to go through to access it.