This winter, I have the unenviable task of going through all my digital photographs as my hard disk is full and my computer is full. I will admit that I have been putting this job off for about ten years but the time has come and it must be done.
Yes, there are lots of photos to throw away, but there are also a few to keep too. Amongst everything for 2015, I found Lambie and Bert’s old baby photos.
This is Lambie, probably a few days’ old. He is still dirty. He loved the open oven door.
Heat from anywhere was always welcome.
This is Lambie and his “Mum”, my darling BeAnne. It has been very strange seeing photos of her. I struggle and still can barely say her name out loud.
Lambie and our stallion, Taktur.
Lambie meeting the Shetland ponies. Seeing photos of Storm has also made me very sad. There is a huge gap in the herd.
OH, Loki (another sadness) and Lambie in the garden listening to the music.
This was Lambie’s favourite box for being outside. He hated fresh air but this was the compromise.
And when it became very obvious that Lambie needed a friend to teach him how to be a sheep, we got Lambert.
When he first arrived, ‘Bert was a hard nut. He had lived with other sheep, like in a proper flock, and he thought Lambie was a total drip.
(he may have had a point!)
Daisy and I took them on a dog walk.
‘Bert’s favourite food was Daisy’s hair (he had an eye infection).
Yup, definitely a bit of a drip but a pretty one.
‘Bert and Lambie quickly became friends.
I love seeing these photos. Other photos of animals that were loved but now gone is very hard, still.
