Guess who has been lurking about the place while the other three went out to enjoy themselves, stretch their legs and get some fresh air?
Lambie and his surrogate Mum, BeAnne, spend much time scrounging. It is a national sport.
I suppose BeAnne taught Lambie all she knows when he was her little lamb.
BeAnne has always been a very good mother despite having no real babies of her own. She had a horrid phantom pregnancy and was subsequently spayed.
Anywho yesterday our trainer and farrier, Bjørn, came over with his Icelandic horse, Elvar, to train in our indoor school.
Lambie had snuck into the shed to tidy up any rogue hay lying around. I was standing in the middle of the school taking photos for Bjørn so he could see how Elvar was moving. Photos can be a very useful training tool.
Lambie enjoys watching the horses go round. He always has.
Once Elvar and Bjørn had finished, Lambie went up to introduce himself.
I don’t suppose Elvar, who came over from Norway a few months back, has met such a special sheeple.
Then Bjørn rode Elvar home (just down the road) before it was completely dark.
And we all went into the house where Lambie proceeded to work his charm.
When I said “No, you’ve already had your carrots for the day”, I was the recipient of Lambie’s steely glare.
I may have had to give in and find “and-this-is-the-last” carrot. But I always say that and then Lambie smiles and then I think well, carrots are good for you and they aren’t fattening! I may have mug written on my forehead.
You can see where Lambie learned this skill.