“Good luck with that”, I said to Vitamin as she approached Fivla to help her finish her morning bucket.  I thought she would’ve known better.

But she ignored me and had a good try.

But Fivla was having none of it and stuck to her guns (breakfast) eating it as fast as she could.    Fivla is a slow eater so a bit of competition is a good thing.  Vitamin got nothing despite her best efforts.  And as I said to Vitamin, “it’s always good to have a hobby!”

Later on, it started to rain and all the sheep wanted to come in as apparently sheep melt in rain.  Who knew?  So I let them out of their field, and left them to it while I went to play flute duets with Mandy, like we do every Saturday afternoon.

While we were playing, Madge appeared, listened and then plonked herself down as our solo sheep audience.

She didn’t move until we finished, and apparently just wanted to listen to us massacre Mozart, which of course we duly did.  And not too shoddily, I would add.

Dear Madge. I never had her down as a Mozart fluet duet kind of sheep.

But now I know differently.

A funny old world really.  Well, especially mine.