This morning, I fed a solitary Lambie his solitary breakfast and I felt very sorry for him.

At the end of my gate, the hill sheep were passing by, but I couldn’t see any sign of ‘Ster who, I thought, had joined them.  I shouted for him,

No reply and the sheep started to move off.

Ten minutes later, I shouted again – this time I had a reply and sighted a small, recently sheared, grey sheep running towards me.

Phew!

The breakfast allowance was quickly doubled.

Afterwards, I went indoors and made myself a coffee-to-go, grabbed my ipad and sat in the sheep shed, which is full of new straw/hay and out of the wind.

Sitting on the floor, I waited. ClassicFM was playing on the ipad – surprisingly, the sheep shed has good wifi.

It didn’t take long before Lambie came to talk to me.  ‘Ster quickly followed and we spent a good hour chatting while I massaged him (yes, I massage my sheep, so shoot me!)

After a while, the Boysenberries both lay down to relax and chew their cud from breakfast.

Looking at ‘Ster, I could see he was cold.

So, I covered him up with straw and ‘Ster went to sleep, listening to the classical music.

Lambie was fine and it didn’t take long before ‘Ster was fine too.

A straw duvet is very effective.

Sitting all morning with my boys, listening to the lovely music, was a very bonding experience for us all.

We had a few visitors and, of course, BeAnne never left my side.

I want ‘Ster to realise that home means warmth, friends and food.  The hill is just a place where the Wild Things Are and he is not part of that.