A Muzzah knows, you know.

I found Lambie and friends (everyone but Ster and Dahlia) in a field, asking to come out this morning.  It had been a pretty vile night and they had obviously been exploring and couldn’t work out how to get back to their shed (basically, follow your tracks, and go back the way you came under three fences).

Lambie hates being out all night, especially if it rains.  He likes his bed and has a strict bedtime (10 p.m.) so what he was doing a-wandering about, I don’t know.  He would’ve spent his whole night in the freezing wind and rain, huddled trying to get shelter.

I could tell Lambie was utterly miserable (yes, I know that’s a little Winning Smile but those are the tears of a clown and he is trying to be brave).  He wouldn’t eat the hay I put out.

Like I said a Muzzah knows.

So I quickly enticed Lambie into his own Private Dining Area and gave him another breakfast plus some TurmerAid.

He ate most of it so that was encouraging.  Others were very disparaging of Lambie’s preferential treatment. So unfair.

Afterwards, I went an opened and wedged all the gates that had stopped Lambie coming home for the night so if he goes travelling, he can find his way home easily.

I left Lambie to his own devices until after lunch.

Raiding the chocolate biccie department, I gave Lambie a secret Maryland cookie which he managed to choke down enthusiastically (please don’t tell OH).

Phew!  Things were looking better.

After making my statutory hand-felted sheep for the afternoon, I popped another biccie into my pocket and went out to find my little boy.  Lambie was much brighter now, eating hay and looking positively perky.  The 2nd biscuit was a happily scoffed so I can stop worrying.  It’s snowing tonight.