The bebbies were fed up of living in the garden. It was too small for them. Eating is all well and good but if you have the energy, playing is much more fun.
Watching them queueing by the gate asking to go out was too much for me, so I opened the big gate from their paddock into the 20 acre hill field.
They didn’t wait to be asked twice and vanished galloping, bucking and farting into the distance.
I thought I would probably never see them again but found that if I shout “Bebbies”, three little sets of ears prick up and they come galloping over to me (and my three buckets of grub).
I have spent today hugging, scratching proffered bottoms and kissing noseys. My idea of bliss and perfection. I don’t want them to get used to being wild and not having any human input. They are still the Bebbies, after all.
Today, they spent most of it asleep in various different places in their field.
It was lovely, sunny and warm. We are all being lulled into a false sense of spring.