Little Pongo spent yesterday evening asleep on my shoulder. We nodded off together.
This morning, I put him outside with his slurry-bottomed mother, who ignored him totally.
She still has terrible diarrhoea (smelly green water) but is alive and sometimes on her feet. She is living in OH’s old vegetable garden now where there is spring grass, water, ewe mix and hay. Everything a sheep should need to stay alive but she is horribly thin and not long for this world. It would be kinder to put her to sleep but, as she is not mine, I cannot make this decision.
Meanwhile, the Olympic Team GB Eating athletes were offering support, help and advice.
It was ignored but this did not stop them from persevering.
Generous is Iacs’ middle name, apparently!
When it got cooler, I took Pongo back indoors. He has a new housey to live in under the stairs.
Pongo’s favourite bed is a foot warmer I was given a foot warmer for Christmas. He is very happy listening to the telly while lying on it.
Pongo really is a very easy “caddy” (Shetland word for orphan lamb) at the moment. He answers if you talk to him and seldom nags. He just wants hugs and kisses.
Joke from OH – if anyone accuses me of anthropomorphism, it is ok – a little bird told me so!