I have often wondered what Lambie and ‘Ster would be like in a flock.  Would they like it?  Are they missing out on a huge part of their social whirl?

So, when I was offered 4 gimmers (Lambie’s actual half sisters) to eat the yellow marsh marigolds and buttercups, I said yes, let’s give it a go, secretly hoping Lambie and ‘Ster would be thrilled and become almost proper sheep, with still time for their dear old Mum.

So the ladies were brought over one evening.

Lambie and ‘Ster were intrigued.

They were communicating (I wondered if Lambie had lost that ability since he never really mixed with others).

It was beautiful.

I was thrilled.

Born Free all over again.

The next morning.

Oh.

Lambie was very upset.  He said he hated his sisters. They didn’t speak his language, relate to him and didn’t even understand his moisturising routine.

He also accused me of loving them more than him.  We had to have a little conversation. I said no one was replacing him in my heart and he would always be my woolly lamb.

I tried to entice Lambie and ‘Ster back into the field but, no they were having none of it.

Tore (sisters’ owner) came over later with a bucket of mix and spread it out over some rocks.

Instantly, the flock were together again and I was hopeful that it might just need some time for this readjustment.

But nope.

Les Girls left as soon as they had arrived.  Eaten and gone. A quick date.

‘Ster tried following too.

Even Lambie gave it another go.

But it is not looking hopeful.  I tried the food-on-the-rock scenario this afternon but Lambie and ‘Ster ate it silently and the sisters were not interested.

So, it looks like it is not Lambie and his sisters.  He just wants to be a Mummy’s boy.