Somebody(s) wanted to come into my shed.
Yes, you guessed it. I let Lambie in.
He didn’t stay long but, after a quick nosey, he went back outside to join his friends, eat the wood around the door and spend a few hours butting it!
Meanwhile BeAnne and I (I was needle-felting a puffin) sat inside feeling like we were under attack and about to be invaded. Lambie likes to make his point.
Today again, I was in my shed and this was my view (tentatively a happy *** sigh ***).
Lambie was waiting by the door. I can see this becoming a habit.
I said “do you want to come in?” and he didn’t need asking twice.
Straight in for another look around.
He found BeAnne in her bed and that reminds me to get the bigger dog bed out for Lambie in case he wants to stay.
A quick look out of the window.
I know others don’t want a certain Lambie to come into my shed but he is my sheep and this is my shed and I don’t mind (until he pees and then I mind very much). After his mosey around, Lambie didn’t want to settle, so I told him to rejoin his friends outside.
Come summer, I reckon this will be Lambie’s second bedroom.