Vitamin waits patiently at the gate for us.

The two Icelandic lasses, (from L-R) Sóley and Lilja, wait in their spot together too.

As does Fivla.  You can almost hear them willing us to be faster with the buckets!

The Minions all know it is not worth their while – and they get carrots (today was ginger biccies as we were running out of carrots plus some horse treats) if they can wait nicely.  And if they wait nastily, they still get the carrots, biccies and treats because it would be mean to give them nothing.

It was all very civilised, which is always nice and makes a change.

Everyone is lying around, chewing their cud and I am thinking to myself “their fleeces look a bit good”.

‘Bert – originally a “moorit”, but a bit of a faded one now.

‘Ster– “katmoget” – his fleece is incredible, the very best of our flock (Note-to-self –  I need to save up and buy some carding combs and stop giving his fleece away).

(Screen Saver anyone? – let me know – happy to send a larger file).

Edna – it will be very interesting to see what Edna’s fleece is like this year. Last year, she had none. It all fell off due to sickness and misery.  She is a pure Shetland ewe and her wool should be very nice.

And then there is Madge – Her fleece is exceptional.  Seriously wow!

As a cross breed – Cheviot x Shetland, I think, her fleece is amazing.  Folds of wonderful wool.

But, best of all, she is a happy sheep and that is very important to me.  Her calm eyes say it all. She will come up for a chat, she lets me tickle her nose and she doesn’t run away in a blind panic.

And then there is Lambie.  Well – we don’t discuss this.  It would hurt his feelings.  He is a delicate flower but his fleece is, sadly, “carpet quality”.  Nuff said.

Only a Muzzah could love him.

For me, the sheep’s fleece is a by-product. Being happy, confident and content with the world is all that matters. It has taken a while (a year, to be precise for Edna and Madge ) but I think we have done it.

Sheep are very under-estimated.  This saddens me.

Daisy and I were out first thing this morning fully intending to “do feet”. Silver and Tiddles were on our list.

We managed one – Silver – while the rain poured down.  It was too much.  But when it goes down the back of your neck, there is a constant drip off your nose and you can’t feel your fingers….. we called it a day, went home soaked to the skin, miserable and cold.

Silver was, of course, an angel.

I saw this chap on my rounds.

And made this little cutie-patootie in the afternoon (to go with his Mum).

They look good together, I think.

So a sort of a productive, if wet, kind of a day.

To misquote Snow White ……

♬ They eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat….

…. In a field the whole day through.

♬ To eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat …..

Is what they like to do! ♬

Oh yes. A full haynet each in the morning and one after lunch.

Hurry up Spring.  We need the grass to start growing. We are all very bored of Winter.

They just never stop eating!

This is not the face (or double chin) of an Angel.

This is very probably evil.

Wicked.

Mean – definitely mean. Monster lies in wait to rugby tackle Her Maj on a regular basis.

Sadly, he is very good at his job.  He obviously practices with earth. I have no idea why, either.

And now I have irrefutable evidence that my car is not safe.  I would put money on that Monster has tampered with my brakes.  I have always said this and I now I have all the proof I need.

OH’s car remains, of course, untouched.  Well it would, wouldn’t it? He loves OH with what can only be described as rather creepy hero worship.

Her Maj would never meddle with my car – mostly because she is too *** cough *** rotund to get under it!

This is her “Who me?” face.

And Her Maj is my best girl.  I cut her claws today so she hates me now too.

Off to eat worms with Lambie.  Now he loves me (ok, tolerates)!