Most odd. Most, most odd.
‘Ster has been missing for two days and nights in the hill. Usually he comes home in the evening but there was no sign and I was about to mount a search party when he walked through the little gate I always leave open.
He brought someone with him.
I couldn’t believe it and there was a very strange atmosphere. I am trying very hard not to anthropamorphise but there was a definite air of “I have brought him back for you”.
‘Bert looks very thin and rather bleak.
He tucked into his breakfast of Ewe Nuts (Lambie’s favourite – he just won’t look at anything else and it has to be served in his special bowl and not on the ground, thank you very much) and stayed with ‘Ster and Lambie all day.
No one minds the new addition. It is as if Lambert never left.
It rather begs the question – is this Lambert or just some random moorit sheep who followed ‘Ster home?
I have to say I think it is ‘Bert.
Just a rather thinner, more worldly, version. He is tame-ish, and will come up to me and let me stroke him. A Shetland hill sheep wouldn’t do that. Update: He has just followed me into the stable by himself when I went to feed Albie his last meal before bed. I easily caught him and wormed him and gave him some extra food as a reward.
Anywho, the Boyzenberries are back together.
And I think ‘Ster is wonderful for bringing him home to me.
Here are some old ‘Bert photos. I am hoping you can see the resemblance and it is not Martin Guerre. Whoever he is, I think he needs us and I really hopes he stays, even just to get fat again.
Tiddles is coming out as they say here and he had a large multi-vitamin injection in his bum.