Category Archives: Sheep

A Rare Sight

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Now here’s a rare sight – all the sheep grazing together with the Shetland ponies.

After “The Incident” (the one where Lambie was chased by the Shetland ponies when they were much younger n this very field), I never thought he would forgive, let alone forget.

The other sheep don’t particularly mind the Shetland ponies being around. They are much braver than Lambie, It is already a low bar, though.

I know it is just Lambie who runs (read waddles) when he sees or hears the ponies approaching.

Poor Lambie, one of life’s victims (which is his actual life goal).

But today, this morning they are all grazing perfectly happily together and I think it is because Dahlia and Gussie quite like the horses and ponies, and everyone is becoming a bit more tolerant and a bit less silly, or murderous.

So that’s good and well done to Lambie for facing his fears.

I suppose having his very own guard dog helps too.

Pepper is afraid of not nothing and not nobody.  “As fierce as maggots”, as my grandfather used to say.

A Beautiful Evening

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When I came out of my shed this afternoon having made my hand-felted sheep, the sun was just setting and the light was beautiful. Really special.

I fed the ducks and hens who were around while my Fan Club looked on.  I left a bit out for them as well.  After all, the Fans have to be fed too.

This lovely evening quite took my breath away.  Truly magical.  So calm too.

Pepper appreciated it with me.

Once everyone was fed, I went to call the sheep home.  Gussie and Ster were mucking about and refusing to come home, and the ponies heard me shouting, which is never good as it puts the sheep off too.

But I did think Silver looked beautiful as he strolled up with all the glorious colours around him.

And then the others arrived too, like a small group of thugs.

Of course, they demanded my attention.

And obviously I could not say no.

Nose kisses for all.

And then this three had a row and all the peace and quiet abruptly ended because that’s what always happens.

The sheep came home eventually despite pony interference.

Still, it was a beautiful evening and I appreciate that.

Leaving These Here

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Here are a few films that Daisy found on her phone the other day.

A freshly shorn Lambie eating biscuits (lovely sounds of munching)

Lambie in the kitchen (cough) eating toast and marmite.  He’s very partial.

Lambie, Bert and Ster when they were young playing in the school.

More playing.  I think this must’ve been in the spring/summer after Bert came back from his life in the hill (where he nearly died).  His coat is not as good as the others but they are all still young because Ster’s horns are very little. So sweet.

Everyone a little older playing outside (and that’s BeAnne barking in the background which I find very triggering – sniff).

And lastly, my very favourite film of best buddies (then) Albie and Newt having a mad playing session outside the house.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen this film.  They both sit down if they’re not winning, which I love (and no one is ever hurt).

Lambie Wants Biscuits

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Lambie: I wonder what the biscuit situation is?
Pepper: I don’t know.

Lambie:  Muzzah, do you have any biscuits  (asking for a friend)?

Monster:  She might. I don’t know.

Me:  Guys, I think I’ve run out of biccies.  You finished them last night pratting about going into the wrong fields.

Lambie: What do you mean “run out of biccies?” This cannot be possible and it is not an acceptable situation for any sheep to be in.

Lambie:  Let me look. I need proof.

Lambie: I demand biccies, Muzzah!

Lambie: Pretty please.

And, yes, of course Lambie got a secret biccie (I had to go and raid another biscuit tin and no one is to tell OH). I had no choice, apparently.

Flooding

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Dahlia had the right idea today when she asked if she could come inside.  Sadly I had to say no, because apparently sheep can’t live in our house.

Pepper also had the right idea. The fire was on, again apparently, and I felt nothing.  Not a joule.

So I made myself a nice cup of tea and ate my statutory two Tunnock’s, as is my right and felt much better.

I am glad I put the rugs on the old horses and ponies because we have had a huge quantity of rain all day.  All the bottom fields are flooded but luckily no one is living there so apart from the electric fence, nothing should be too damaged.  I will do a fence check once all the water has subsided.

I fear for the old bridge, though. It will have taken quite a battering.  I don’t think I have seen water this high before but never gets over the top of the bridge. Even so, it is pretty impressive.

The sheep are all mooching about looking for any food opportunity, especially the duck food.  We have had words.

The old horses and ponies, in their rugs, are happy enough eating on the hill of their field.  I have sewn extra tape into the tail flaps of their rugs to keep them on better in a high wind.  It is good to see everyone totally ignore the weather.  It means they are all fine. So I shall stop worrying about them.

Ditto for the little boys who are grazing next to their shed, which remains empty so obviousy no one needs it. I haven’t put a rug on Tiddles as he is fat now and there is plenty of grass.

So that’s us braving the filthy weather.  Coats and waterproof trousers are festooned around the kitchen, dripping water onto the floor.  The shape of things to come this winter.  Lerwick is flooded, apparently.