Monday, 11 June 2018
Regular blog readers will know I often have trouble with escaped sheep, errant sheep, or erratic sheep, or evasive sheep! None of which I own! But recently I had four rascals around the house who had escaped from the field across from me. They were old enough they didn't really need milk from their mothers, and could happily graze. They were like a bunch of teenagers hanging around, getting into scrapes.
And one was so bold as to come through the front door into the hall to have a sniff of my boots! Imagine! Hee hee!
Button came scuttling in where she had been laying on the mat saying "We're not getting a dog!". Lamby shoon ran off to be with his/her friends
And at coffee time I had to choose an appropriate mug to have "elevenses"!