Absolutely no one is to talk to Lambie.  He has been sent to Coventry (and, if you don’t know what that English expression means, I recommend you look at the link. The origin of this idiom is fascinating).  Basically, no one is talking to Lambie.

Anyway, in Coventry, Lambie is or the chicken/duck feeding pen as it is better known, into which he barged to steal their food having specifically been told not to.

So, to teach LAmbie a lesson, I shut the gate and told him to wait patiently while I finished all my other morning chores.

I wanted Lambie to think about his actions and whether stealing someone else’s food was worth it.  He gave it some thought.

But I saw no remorse.

Not even slightly.  That is one not-sorry sheep.

So I opened the gate and put the string across to see how Lambie had got in and watched him effortlessly jump out!  I didn’t know he could do that.

More not-even-remotely-sorries and have-I-got-anything-else-to-eat?

But how can I be cross with that little face?

It’s impossible.  He wins me over every time.