Another quiet day in my life, which is perfect.  Drama and me don’t mix.

So here are some quirky photos of the sheep.  All of them except for Dahlia, who wouldn’t come home, preferring to spend her evening/night with Fivla and Vitamin, my two ancient Shetland ponies.

First there is Harrel the Barrel, who has grown up into a big boy.  Equal thug and charmer when he wants something.  He always wants something.

‘Ster, who is quite aged now – around 11 years old.  He likes a quiet life, enjoys his extra breakfast and doesn’t want hassle.

Madge (you remember, Edna’s daughter) – I am still determined to tame down.  One of these days she will talk to me but that day has not occurred yet and Hell has not frozen over.  I remain the optimist.

My beloved ‘Bert. Another old gentleman.  One of the original three with ‘Ster and Lambie.  He is a dear boy and an old soul.

Gussie has also grown up into a solid chap.  He is my right hand man, quite literally, if he is around he is always next to my hand so I know he’s there. I like that.

Dear little Maggie, Harrel’s mother and such a sweetie.  She is always torn between being Dahlia’s best friend or Gussie’s girlfriend.  She likes attention and food, in that order.

And lastly, of course, there is a very long-in-the-tooth Lambie who has teeth like a pirate nowadays.   But he is old and I forgive him everything.  Much as I would love to say he is always next to me, he mostly isn’t as I threaten to hug him a lot.

And whose your favourite? ❤️