There are days when I think I am just a mere servant to my sheep.  Today was such a day.

We started with them going into their field after breakfast but Lambie and ‘Bert wanted to come out so I let them out and put them into the hill.

Then Lambie stood by the gate looking forlorn so I let them in again.

Then they wanted out again, and I told them that I was not a doorman so make up your ruddy minds, chaps and walked off.

Later, I went out to see whether Lambie and ‘Bert wanted to rejoin their flock as I secretly hate them all being separated.   But first, I sat down with them for a little cuddle and a chat.

‘Bert’s idea of a good cuddle is to stick his head in my oxter (armpit).

Feeling kind, I opened the gate and Lambie walked into the field, and everyone else left (surely that must tell you something, Lambie).  As it was now mid-morning, I decided that instead of mooching around, everyone should go into another field.  At this stage, Lambie, Bert, Gussie, Dahlia and Barrel went enthusiastically in, leaving Madge, Edna, ‘Ster and Maggie behind.  I left them all to it.  I had had enough.

On my way back to the house, I popped by Family Duck to be traditionally sworn at.

The little ones are much bigger now but still very fluffy, though.  So sweet.  Their door remains closed.