While Daisy was having a riding lesson, Flossie was looking after my camera while busy chatting to ‘Bert, who had decided he was in a sociable mood.
Lambie had quickly hidden himself away around the corner having discovered some stacked bales of bedding straw left over from last winter. I think he has made it his mission to personally eat them both, which he will over time. Last year, he ate cardboard boxes. This year, it is straw as I have learned my lesson.
‘Bert continued to entertain Flossie. Silly boy.
He is a funny caddie sheep (not lamb anymore) who is, of them all, probably the most “normal”. I know my lads very well. They all have very different characters.
Meanwhile, Lambie had left his private straw bale supply and wanted some of the limelight. Lambie is more like a dog than an actual sheep while ‘Ster has attachment issues. He hates being by himself and seeks out company whenever he can.
BeAnne was sitting on Bjørn’s knee doing her extra resentful face while Lambie smiled happily for the camera.
Lambie knows how to work the room.
He has been practising his Winning Smile since Day 1.
So while Daisy rode round and round the school, Flossie was Queen of Sheep(a) for the day.
It is usually my job. And now I think of it, I don’t have any “normal” sheep or ponies even. Probably just as well. I wouldn’t know what to do with them anyway.