Well, here’s a thing. I have added two more sheep to my little flock.
They are from the scattald (open hill grazing). The ewe adopted me by standing by our gate.
And then, a few months later, she arrived with her son.
So I asked a friend to talk to the crofter, as I knew this could end badly, and he very kindly said I could have them both. I also paid him so he wasn’t out of pocket.
When the sheep turned up this morning, this time I opened the gate and put them in the small paddock behind the house where there is also a little shed.
Later on, I went to sit in their field and was duly investigated.
The little boy refused to talk to me.
Of course, Pepper is intrigued.
I brought treats with me and they proved popular.
The ewe is a sweetie.
I think it will be Agatha or Aggie, which now I think of it, will probably muddle up Maggie. So, she might be Dahlia.
I don’t think these two have ever seen so much food and I also gave them the sheep lick.
Little Himself still remained aloof. He is called Bonzo but that could change to Gussie Fink-Nottle. There is a Wodehouse theme here.
They’ve never seen a shed, so I put the lick in there.
And also their bowls. They need to learn that they can come and go when the weather is bad, like tonight.
After having to listen to flute duets all afternoon, the other sheep came home and introductions were made.
I said to everyone “remember when you lived on the hill (Edna, Madge, Maggie, Bert), and how it was, so BE NICE!” and then fed them all animal crackers.
Little Himself, aka Bonzo, calmed down a bit later on and now will let me stroke him.
So, that’s us. Two more and let’s hope everyone gets on.
