Muzzah’s Day (or even Mothering Sunday) was yesterday and last night, late to the party as ever, Lambie almost managed to acknowledge my existence, or possibly the biscuit tin’s existence, by coming up to the front door and demanding to go inside.

He barged his way into the porch and I was grudgingly allowed to hug him in return for the promise of biccies.

Afterwards Lambie left in disgust at such an unnecessary public display of affection.

This morning was different.  I was surprised to find that Lambie had snuck into the big shed to make himself at home with the big hay bale.

While others favour wearing it.

The sheep were following me everywhere.  Ever since Fivla and Vitamin have started going into the big field, most of the sheep now refuse to go in there with them.  Dahlia and Gussie are the exception and I think quite like the old ponies.

What the sheep didn’t realise was that all the Shetland ponies were together eating on the new piece of track and no one was in the big field.  It was lovely to see them like this and it made poo-picking really easy because it was all in one place.

Anyway, I left all the sheep trying to work out where they wanted to go for the day, deciding it was their problem not mine.

And went indoors for my breakfast and to catch up on emails, etc.

I gave up pretty quickly on that idea.