As you know, Lambie has to eat his breakfast in his own “private diningroom”. He doesn’t do sharing and he hates being hassled.  The others eat in a merry-go-round fashion, pushing each other off their bowls to see if there is anything better.  Lambie won’t go in the stable because he likes peace and quiet to eat.  I understand this.

But once out of his private dining area, Lambie then becomes a nightmare because he wants the ducks and chickens’ food too which I leave out in the morning so everyone can get a fair shot at it, except for Lambie.

So I shut Lambie in the big shed with the ponies and the hay bale for company.

And everyone else got on with eating.

Lambie knew there was chicken food to be had – his favourite and tried to work out how to get outside again but luckily multi-tasking (eating and planning) is not his skill.

Once everyone has finished, I put the tempting poultry food away and let the sheep out into a field full of grass for the day.

I went to see them at the end of the dogwalk.

On the walk, Dahlia and Gussie had followed me home so I asked them if they wanted to join the flock.  They didn’t and quickly followed me out.  They’re not scared anymore.  Just not interested.

So that’s Lambie’s day.  Eating, resting and more eating with very little actual thinking.  Lucky chap.  In the evening, I leave the gates open and they can come home and go to bed if they want.  Lambie’s bedtime is 10pm.  He has a special spot in his shed too.

Some might say Lambie is spoilt.  I prefer to think that I just know him very well.