The two rescue girls are coming along very well now. They come when they are called or only have to see me and arrive shouting for food and/or company.
Even Madge, who was initially very shy, is coming out of her shell. You can see her eyes are much softer and far less scared.
Rather alarmingly her wool is falling out but, according to my sheep expert (the postie), this shows that her diet is good and her general health is improving. Her body is getting used to the improvements.
Edna (the alleged mother of Madge) is learning her manners – it is work-in-progress and she knows I will explode if she sets foot in the feed shed or walk on my heels to get her bucket of breakfast.
I will admit to having a very short fuse these days (BeAnne worry) so everyone is wary of my explosions and the upshot is that the Girlzens are quickly learning respect for the picket fence around me. I hate being nagged by bad-mannered animals.
Anywho, I am pleased that they are looking so much better. A regular good diet (breakfast and lunch of sheep mix plus a lick bucket and unlimited hay) is doing its job.
The mud is inevitable sadly this time of year but Madge and Edna arrive regularly at my front door for ginger biccies. The boys are tolerating them admirably too. No more bullying and butting – well, not if they want free access to the lick bucket.