Yesterday I came across these three reprobates all loafing about.
As you can see, Lambie’s best friends were the chickens.
He is not a huge fan of them, to be perfectly honest, preferring to use them as stepping stones to get to the feed shed while avoiding the mud. They squawk indignantly and they all look something from the Muppets!
Anywho, the hens love Lambie (but not his awful stained head with antibiotic spray from this year’s horn loss).
Today they had their revenge for being stepped on by pecking his wool to get the hen food out – I guess he is sometimes in the wrong place when OH throw the hen’s breakfast about in the morning. He was not happy about being pecked.
This is what a cross sheep looks like.
And this is ‘Bert being ever so ‘andsome. I love it when he sits on his legs. Very compact.
‘Ster turned around to give me one of his lovely smiles.
(such a gorgeous smile, too).
And they all ignored Lambie and left him to his chicken rage. He has only himself to blame. He does tread on them unmercilessly. It’s like he doesn’t see them on his way to the shed.