The Boyzenberries have taken to stopping out for the night with their hill friends. They think home is just a convenient cafeteria.
This morning all three were waiting by the gate to come home, conveniently in time for breakfast.
But I noticed a certain flekkit (black and white) Lambie had blood on the top of his head. He is missing one of his horns. He had his full, if tiny, set yesterday. Ok, his horns were nothing to write home about but they were symmetrical and there were two of them.
So we had the usual battle with the turquoise antibiotic spray, which is my first aid fallback position. I secretly managed two squirts and it looks a bit random but I am hoping it hit the spot. Of course the minute Lambie knew I wanted him, he was off and refused to cooperate in any way. Typical.
Everyone else was available – just not Lambie.
I could’ve decorated ‘Bert and ‘Ster in turquoise spray.
I will see what like tomorrow and, if necessary, get Lambie in a headlock to do my medical ministrations. We don’t have flies around and this injury is fairly regular with Lambie. As long as it does not become infected, I am not too concerned and Lambie will just have to learn to look lopsided.
Tonight the Boyzens have all been grounded so of course anyone who goes near the gate to the hill is followed and they are trying to make a bid for freedom. It must be the time of year.