The Boyzenberries are all hot and cross. They don’t want to talk much, but just want me to scratch them.
They flop about and sit down a lot.
I don’t blame them.
Which end is which? It’s hard to tell.
Each Boyzen is carrying around the equivalent of 3kg’s worth of wool.
And ‘Ster maybe 3.5kg. Poor love. He is suffering now.
Of course, Lambie’s is “carpet quality” but it still counts as weight and he is still very grumpy.
Grumpy, at the moment, is what he does best.
I am now known as “The Muzzah who scratches itchy sheep”. It’s my job.
I think the Boyzenberries are all very jealous of the Girlzenberries who are “rooing” their wool and will probably not need shearing. You can literally just pick the fleece off them or let it drop on its own.
Meanwhile, Little Herself – aka Missy is all happy, happy, happy. She is definitely happy.
A glass half full kinda sheep.
She also looks very like her mother. The same piercing eyes and expression of complete relaxation around people.
And then there are her Nuncle Boyzens.
(and yes, I prayed Lambie didn’t bunt her into the stream below – he definitely thought about it!)
And so I have a flock, my own little flock of sheep. It makes my heart smile.
Well, almost. There’s always one and that would be Madge. She has to be different.