Yesterday afternoon, we found Lambie on his own sitting by Klængur’s grave which totally cut me up and I could barely go there. But we had to see why Lambie was there on his own, which is normally very unusual. Lambie ran across the field, passed me, to tell Daisy how much he missed her.
I felt very ignored and a bit bleak (I’m not going to lie).
Oh, fer cryin’ out loud, Lambie.
So Daisy led Lambie away and now he follows Daisy everywhere like a devoted woolly slave.
Can I get Lambie to even acknowledge my presence? – only on my birthday!
Devoted woolly slave. Meh!
The words “chopped liver” spring to mind.
And then, of course, ‘Bert saw Daisy.
So all the boys wanted a hug. The girls were the otherside of the burn eating (better things to do than be hugged).
I am not jealous. I am not jealous…… (repeat ad nauseam). Yes, I am jealous.
Daisy can enjoy her title of “Queen of Sheep”.
Aww, ‘Bert – he does adore her.
And Harrel-the-Barrel tried to eat the toggles on her coat. *** sigh, oh Harrel ***. Happy to let the side down.
Absolutely delightful. Fantastic photographs as always. Wishing all of you well.
Critters crowd those humans who are not around 24/7. Like a kid on Christmas morning, playing with the new toy.
Such fickle sheepies!! They’ve clearly forgotten who feeds them biscuits!
How is it you can make me laugh and cry with your wonderful animals and your lovely daughters? Lambie – He needed a hug and they seemed to know Daisy did too! And here’s a virtual hug for you { }
Now that is what I would call the extreme Lambie Winning Smile!
Hugs help heal. ❤️
I love all your dear animals, Frances, and I love when your dear daughters come back home and I love everything about you Frances. Take good care of each other and know you’re loved, even when those crazy critters don’t show you in so many ways!
Yes, this.
Stoked that you are home for Eurovision Daisy! Feel sad for Ukraine, happy for London, hopeful that our Australian group will do well altho not a total heavy metal total fan. (And the sheep shots, magic!)