The ewes have been munching away in the paddock below our house here at Struan Farm, the one we call "the bowl." Of course that means when I step outside I hear "baas" from various and sundry former pet lambs.
Most notably from Rosie, who runs up to the fence and asks me to go inside and CUT UP THOSE APPLES KAREN. Sometimes she does say please, at which point I delve into our remaining supply of Monty's Surprise apples to get her a snack.
She tries to get as much of the bag inhaled before Ruby figures out what's going on and comes barreling up. I try to feed both of them at the same time, but Rosie eventually gets into a snit about having to share with her sister, and wanders off, leaving the rest to Ruby. Cookie comes along but doesn't want any apple. She's a people sheep, just wants to say hello and hear me say her name. I can always recognise her by those black spots on her ears.
Pip and Pepper are out there but don't deign to get involved in the apple thing, even if they occasionally do acknowledge my existence, still. Everyone is gestating lambs, it will be September and the next round of lambs (and pet lambs) will be upon us before we know it. I'm already starting to make a list of possible names....
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