Yesterday, while the weather was vile, I suddenly remembered I hadn’t seen the Boyzenberries recently.
So donning my full wet weather gear, I went out, opened the big gate and shouted. Two bedraggled and shivering sheep arrived (Lambie and ‘Ster) closely followed by a huge Shetland hill ram.
So, I put down food, opened up Lambie’s best bedroom which has been resting and distributed a bale of straw down in the shed (wifi and radio).
I left them to it, slightly worrying that ‘Bert hadn’t appeared but he is a free spirit.
When the rain stopped, I found ‘Bert hanging about waiting to come home. I let him in.
No one seemed to mind “Rammie”, even though he is seriously stinking. He first appeared a few months back when Fivla and Vitamin lived in their hill park. He moved in with them and followed them everywhere.
I did approach him with a carrot but he duly rammed me in the leg. Ouch. There were words.
But the other don’t mind Rammie and he is horribly lame.
I hate turning my back on ill sheep because they usually die at me outside the gate and I have to live with the guilt that I did nothing.
So this time I have done something.
Floss went out with the statutory Rich Tea biccies for the lads.
Best sheep food ever!
Rammie was interested. He is quite greedy.
So Floss threw one over and he instantly was hooked.
I tell you Rich Tea biscuits are the way into anyone’s heart.
This morning, after breakfast, I opened the big gate and everyone went out into the hill. I then went to hospital for my spinal epidural injections under severe sedation.
According to my anaesthetist and the theatre staff, while I under sedation, I am the woman who talks about “my sheep, my ponies and my daughters”!
What is said in Theatres. Stays in theatres! (please)
When I got home from hospital, all four were back home!
Rammie can always leave us. He has not been sheep-napped and if anyone wants to lay claim to him, feel free.