It is still very cold.  We had a brief moment when we all thought, sheep included, that Spring had arrived but no, Spring departed and we are back to a cruel north wind and some harsh rain.

Recently Harry has been looking “hunchy” and I spoke to my postie (a sheep expert) and was advised that he looked cold.

So, with the help of food, Maggie and Harry followed me into the little paddock behind the house that was Lambie’s original shed (the one with wifi and/or radio).

Harry has spent most of today asleep.  I also gave him the lick bucket as I reckoned sugar would give him energy.

Maggie is very unimpressed at this relocation and has not stopped complaining all day.

She misses the rest of the flock, who she always studiously ignores, though I did find her sharing a rock with ‘Bert the other evening.

I spent some time sitting in the shed with Maggie who frisked me for all the Animal Crackers I had about my person.

Harry pottered inside for a while.

Maggie is mostly outside and Harry is eating and drinking but he has spent most of his day asleep, using the shed as shelter from this miserable wind.

This is the view from my desk window.

The forecast tonight is rain, so I am glad Harry will have shelter.  I am almost considering getting him a wee coat or making one using BeAnne’s tankini as a pattern.

Meanwhile, Maggie is furious and glares balefully through the window while she chews her cud at me!

Tough, Maggie, look after your son.  Harry comes first.

Yesterday, Daisy rode Dreki. I was leading and Daisy was riding.

• “Thems is feets….. where do they come from, thems feets? Efstur said they would appear and they did!”
• (Who knows, Dreki, who knows!)

We stopped for they traditional family photo and then Daisy said “put the rope over his neck, walk alongside (just in case) and let’s see what happens.”

Nothing – zip, nada, diddly-squat.  Dreki was a good boy and he walked around the school, staying on the track (mostly), listening to his rider and trying to learn this new language we were teaching him.  We were all very pleased.

So, that’s the first solo flight achieved. Tick.

I love this photo. After the ride, while Daisy “did feet” (ground tied and picked them out), I was outside.  Here is Dreki noticing Harry for the first time, who was in the process of sitting down outside the indoor school.

“OMG, he is so small and teensy. I don’t think I have ever seen anything like that before!”

And now, today, on my walk, I found Maggie had put Harry in a hole.  It is so cold at the moment (that ruddy north wind never stops) so she wanted him to be warm.

So sweet. He looked like a plant!

On my home (45 minutes later), Maggie had sat down next to her little flower.

Funny little chap. He fits right in.

Little Harry likes his grub.  He happily tries everything, from his Mother’s breakfast, biscuits, string, gates, anything really. He will try to eat it.

Today, when Maggie brought Harry up with her for her second breakfast (she is a little known hobbit breed of sheep), Harry discovered the sheepie lick bucket.

Oh yes!  In he went.  I watched him try to get both front legs in, while he was bouncing on the back end.

And that was it, head down and lick…..

He occasionally came up for air.

Maggie ignored this and continued to eat around him.

A little while later, she tried mentioning that maybe he had had enough.

And to be fair, Harry did lift his head and walk around the bucket.

But no, straight back in and off he went….

He looked like a naughty kid who has been caught with the cookie jar.

I left them for a little while longer.

And then, after a good 15 minutes, I thought maybe Harry might have had as much as any small lamb should have so I took the bucket away and hid it.

(From the shed door) – Harry was very unimpressed.

But Maggie had long since left Harry to his bucket and, as he refused to go with her, he sat down and refused to budge.  She refused to go back and collect him and she sat down too – the other side of the fence.  So I picked him up, still in his sitting position, and ceremoniously carried him to her! I got not thanks for that.

Small Harry is a strong-willed little chap and he likes his own way and if don’t get his own way, he ain’t budging for anyone (or unless he is carried)!  The lick bucket will be rationed!

I have planted all my tatties, (sing it loud),
I have planted all my tatties (feeling smug)…
And winter hurriedly returned.  It’s very cold again.

I have also acquired a plethora of Belfast sinks which I am planting up with a variety of flowers – so far they all seem to be blue, but who cares! Flowers is flowers.

More tatties – this was a case of I wish I had planted them in the other place as that was ideal but now they are too heavy to move over there.  Dammit.

Everything has to be Monster-Proofed.  The only cat to have knowingly killed mint and that is quite an achievement.

I have my beloved Jerusalem artichokes planted here.  My favourite vegetable.

After a rainy morning today, I went to town with Floss – she had her first Covid injection.  All went smoothly.

We didn’t hang around and quickly went home.  These days, I am not a fan of Other People.

I gave Maggie her 4th breakfast as it is the only way I get to talk to Harry.

Maggie told me she hates Harry trying to nurse while she eats her food (she has a point), so I grab him and pop him on my lap for a little cuddle (which he hates but I love).

He is a funny little chap.

He has lots of ideas, and Maggie ignores them all.

But wherever she goes, he follows and then the Clean Up Crew arrive.

I love being at home.