Every morning I put a headcollar on Lambie (back-to-front – it makes a very good harness) and lead him, with his friends following, out into the paddock where Albie and Newt live. There is also a gate open to a much larger field so everyone can roam further if they want to. The shed door is also shut (unless there is adverse weather and shelter is required) so no one can just stand in the shed. They all have to go out and get jobs!
This afternoon, everyone had come home and there was loitering.
Lambie was practising his “Garbo” – ever the professional.
I asked the sheeple if they wanted out, ie to go to their night-time abodes – and they didn’t need asking twice.
This left the two little boys.
Newt is a hairy little yak in his winter woollies.
Albie is growing up quickly and looks a very smart little boy.
Someone asked me if Newt was this year’s foal. He isn’t. He is the same age as Albie – nearly 2 whole years old and 28″ high.
Newt struggles with bad hair days.
I feel his pain. Come the summer, he will be glorious again. I remind him of this every day.
Obviously I came out armed and of course I distributed my largesse – a carrot each, which was duly appreciated.
Newt insisted on taking his to a bog to eat it! I give up.