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Lambie’s Not Right

Lambie has been acting strangely over the past few days. How do you tell, I hear you ask. Well, as his Muzzah, I just know.

I am telling myself it’s the weather, and everyone is cooped up which Lambie particularly hates. He likes his personal space and avoids hassle. He not eating his regular food, says he can’t use his private dining-room and just stands there looking even more confused than usual.

So he is now eating a combination of horse beet flakes (dried) and a handful of hen food (whole wheat grains), plus TumerAid and he seems to like that better. As long as I can keep him eating, I think there is hope.

This afternoon, Floss said Lambie was grinding his teeth when she saw him so tomorrow, when I’ve got him by himself, I will give him some Inflacam – painkiller. Maybe it is the cold weather affecting his arthritis, which he’s had since he was a very young lad (bone on bone, the vet said after many bouts of Joint Ill). Maybe Lambie has come out in sympathy for me and this sciatica. I don’t know so today I let him have a Duvet Day along with ‘Ster for company. I left them a big bowl of food and the end of the haynets to finish. I think he just stayed indoors, a bit like me then. I don’t like when Lambie’s not himself. Hopefully as the weather turns back to normal and so do all the routines, he will feel himself again.

We are one. ❤️ ❤️ (he did manage to choke down an Animal Cracker or ten which I gave to him when no one was looking).

First Contact

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Floss, aka our Queen of Sheep, and I went for a lovely walk and obviously the dogs came too. We walked to the furthest end of the field where the sheep were sitting.

‘Bert saw Flossie and immediately went to talk to her. He is such a dude.

Note the “happy tail”. Sheep, like dogs, wag their tails when they’re happy – it’s the sweetest thing. It always makes me smile when they do it.

However, Lambie was not in tail-wagging mood.

While Flossie was talking to ‘Bert, Gussie was trying to decide whether to come up and join in too. He will talk to me, but he doesn’t know Flossie really. He suffers from “Stranger Danger”. His mum, Dahlia, taught him well.

Barrel rolled up too and I could see Gussie thinking that talking to Flossie might be a grand idea.

And he slowly came up to her.

So brave.

Nearly!

It won’t take long before Gussie is talking like the others to our Queen of Sheep. Mostly he ignores what his mother said to him anyway.

Home for Christmas

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Daisy came home yesterday but she didn’t see the sheep as they had already gone out into their field for the day and then straight to bed when it got dark.

So, this morning Daisy came outside to help with the morning chores – it took half the time. All the sheep came up to meet her.

Especially Lambie. He came running, all smiles and got a fuss from Daisy.

And then he deliberately turned and gave me this look! Like I was now redundant as his Muzzah.

Flossie came home later this morning and now my house is beginning to feel Christmassy. It is lovely to have them both home and something I really do appreciate.

The tree is up and the house is decorated. I am happy.

Where Do They Go?

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Most mornings (except when the weather is beastly), I lead the sheep out to their field of choice.

Currently, they all want to go into the same field as the Shetland ponies, which is absolutely fine. Less grass for fat little ponies then.

But I do wonder where the sheep all go for the day. It is a large field (26.26 acres or 10.63 hectare to be precise) and, once they are out of eyesight, they could be anywhere, even out of the gate at the back which has a nasty habit of breaking it’s manky rope during a good gale……

As I was on dog-walk duty today, I decided to find out where the sheep went during the day. I found them right at the back of the field, somewhat near that gate I mentioned (luckily still shut).

This part of the field is fenced in apportionment (ie, hill) so it is rough grazing which is perfect for everyone. No rich lush grass for fat little ponies or sheep.