Tis the carrot season and I was sent home from Transition Turriefield (my veg box volunteering work on a Wednesday and Thursday for a couple of hours) with a paper bag full of carrots that were deemed unsellable. The bag was marked “Lambie” as they have been donated to livestock and I usually hand them out to the sheep.
Anyway, as Lambie had long gone into the hill park along with his friends, I thought I would introduce Gussie to carrots. He had never seen one of those.
He sniffed the carrot for a long time.
His mother, Dahlia, likes carrots and was happily scoffing away and so Gussie decided he would like to try one. Crunch, crunch. And then he decided that he really liked carrots and could he please have a lot more. I duly gave him a few – one at a time. These little carrots are the perfect size for Gussie. It’s like they were grown for him.
I wanted the sheep to go out into the field too, and join the flock, so rustling my paper bag of carrots, the sheep duly followed me. Mission accomplished and another carrot as a reward for understanding that fields are for sheep during the daytime. I leave the gate open so they can come in at night, if they want to.
It’s been a glorious day in Shetland.
I think we are finally having our summer.
It has taken it’s time in coming.
