Absolutely no one is to talk to Gussie. The sweet little black lamb who used to sit on my feet has grown up into a complete thug and bully-boy. Not good.
I’ve told his mother this too. I am not impressed with Dahlia’s parenting skills. I expected more. Dahlia looked embarrassed and I would like to think slightly ashamed.
Gussie is picking only on Lambie and my poor, poor little boy is being beaten up horribly. There was a big fight today after breakfast, resulting in Lambie hiding behind me, telling me to sort it out for him. I put Gussie and Dahlia back in their separate field.
Last week there was evidence of blood after another Lambie-Gussie bust up and today was not much better, but with less blood. Lambie has already lost his “magnificent” horns to this rivalry.
And Lambie is upset by all this. He hates a fracas at the best of times and has gone a bit Greta Garbo about life in general. He’s feeling very put upon but obviously is enjoying being a tortured soul. I feel his pain.
Anyway, today, after the watching the fight and the running away by Lambie, I decided they must stay apart for a while. Everyone woolly is being sheared tomorrow, hopefully, and that might change the flock dynamic too. I hope so. I hate fights and I hate bullies even more.