So how is ‘Bert?
He is, well, going along really. Not the most brilliant but I think on the way to being a normal sheep.
Today, we have had visitors – we all love visitors.
New fans and faces.
Lambie, with his film star good looks, is on top form. He follows me everywhere (mostly during feed time, funnily enough) bouncing enthusiastically about.
The sheeples have Golden Paste Co turmeric pellets in their daily feed and I think they are going good. For every 20kg bag of sheep crunch, I add a 2kg bag of pellets and Lambie has got over himself and munches them happily – huzzah!
‘Bert is still quite aloof but I did manage to talk to him when I was sitting down in their field. He is wearing Loki’s collar for a while so we can grab him for his daily drench, which he hates and then resents me for.
Today, I bunged them all in the field to be sheep.
“Look Muzzah, I am a sheep – here me roar!”
‘Bert is still chewing cud, so that is a good sign.
Diagnosis?: Possibly too many biscuits have upset his digestive system and I didn’t realise. My bad and I have stopped the Rich Tea biccie supply. Perhaps sheep don’t actually need them. Who knew?
Lambie would disagree but “the needs of the one outweigh the needs of the many” (yes, I love Star Trek).
Sorry Lambie. Suck it up Princess!
Meanwhile, back in people land, the smokehouse was lit this morning after 2 hours of working it out including threading mackeral like Christmas popcorn garlands, moving the stove and generally trying to get the thing to fill up with smoke.
I smell of smoke. I probably resemble a kipper and I check the bloody thing every 30 minutes.