If you call, he comes galloping over.
That would be Harrel the Barrel, now affectionately known as just Barrel.
For obvious reasons.
He’s a bit of a wee chubster (very squishy if you grab hold of him and he does love a cuddle). I spend many hours sitting on a rock with him on my knee, legs dangling either side, just being squished. He jumps up and demands squishing.
Maggie is less cuddlesome but she follows her son devotedly.
They are both looking well.
And they eat a lot. Food is the way to their hearts.
I am happy to see that they are both far more integrated with the flock now.
Even Lambie is fairly tolerant.
And then Barrel gets that look…… and so does Lambie!
I went over the hill (common grazing) to see the horses with carrots – as I haven’t talked to them in a while and miss their company. Barrel squoze under the gate and came too. Maggie has given up shouting for him these days.
All was fine in the horse world.
Barrel hung around outside the fence – probably wise.
Carrots, did you say carrots?
And then we walked back – well, I walked and Harrel the Barrel did that silly-billy little lamb pronc all the way home! He is very enthusiastic about everything.