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These two didn’t turn up for their breakfast this morning and of course I was worried. Everyone always turns up for breakfast. Them’s The Rules.
I swithered about letting Dahlia and Gussie stay out or going to look for them and decided that the others would eventually find them and that was better than me interfering.
Later, after flute duets, I went out to the field with three carrots for the old Icelandic horses and found all the sheep together, which made me happy. They are, at last, getting along better, I thought to myself.
Spotting me, Dahlia and Gussie immediately came running over.
I fed the horses their carrots and watched their interaction with the new sheep. Usually the whole flock steer well clear of the horses and run if they see them. This is possibly due to heinous behaviour by small Shetland ponies when Lambie was small and vulnerable.
You can almost hear what Gussie and Haakon are thinking.
The one who is most interested is Gussie. He is fascinated by the horses.
“What is this small woolly creature, Mum?”
“Haakon, allow me to introduce Gussie Fink-Nottle!”
(when we next get the sheep in to drench, I will cut out the vile piece of baler twine from Dahlia’s ears – I don’t want to do it without help as it could end badly).
So I sat on a rock and enjoyed the rare autumn sunshine.
They followed me back home and I gave them their breakfast 8 hours late, which they happily scoffed down.
I am so pleased they’ve come to live with me – dear Dahlia and darling Gussie. Such sweethearts.
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