It’s not been the weather recently for sitting outside with the sheep and, what with the ponies being in, I really haven’t had time to do much with Dahlia and Gussie.  They are nervous of anything new in their lives. I’m just about ok but OH and Flossie are considered stranger-danger.

But while the wind blows hard, everything is in the big shed including all sheep food.  The other sheep know their routine (they go into their shed for breakfast), but Gussie and Dahlia were just learning their’s before all this started and now they can’t go in the big shed because the ponies are in their spot.

So they keep to themselves, preferring to live in one field, coming home only for breakfast when I hear Dahlia shout very loud for me.

This morning, I managed a quick chat with Dahlia.  Gussie considered whether he was feral or not but, when he saw I had the ultimate treat, supermarket own-brand cereal, with me, I quickly achieved friend status.

I chucked their treats into a field-shed and Dahlia came up to tell me friendship was more important than food.

I love that about Dahlia.  She is so grateful to not be in the hill and to have her (greedy little boy by her side.

Gussie’s wool is growing thick now.  I don’t know if they use the shed but it’s there if they want to.  They are hill sheep so outside is all they know and feel safe in.

Anyway, once the weather calms down, I can go back to sitting on an uncomfortable rock in the field.