August turned into the warmest month in the world. We got our bit of late summer glory and our sheep felt it. It's not easy walking around in a full woolly outfit when summer hits.
The four M’s spent a lot of time under the apple tree, hanging out with the chick and Pippi, back on bodyguard duty. The Hawks have spotted us again and I, too, keep popping out to chase them away. We all have to do our bit for hen safety. Little Eric looks like little Elisabeth again, by the by...
We have had lovely guests this summer. One family stayed long enough for their teenage daughter to have time to teach our sheep some socially acceptable manners. With a box of dry bread in her hand she worked with our four M:s - and did a good job, I might add! When the family packed up and left for the airport I felt that Molly and My (pronounced “mew”) were ready to join them. For days our ladies looked for their new friend but then had to settle for me, and my dry bread.
When they spotted our next guests they were ready and waiting! We now have a greeting team in nice wooly jumpers and an expectant smile on their beautiful faces. (You have to be made of strong stuff, to visit us...).
Later in the summer a fun team of young students came to visit us. They arrived and Mindy, Mandy, Molly and My lost their newfound confidence. Too many visitors!? I don't know but it was a case of " bring out your binoculars and spot a sheep", but everyone took it with a bit of humor. Monty did his usual show of standing by or on their feet, telling them how hungry he was so that went down a treat. The funny thing was, that for two mornings, after the visit, our brave sheep came to the step to ask when our friends would arrive back with more treats. You can't win, with sheep.
Now autumn has started to slowly move in. Cooler mornings and more rain. That means more time indoors for our four M’s and they are in sheep heaven. They still stay out from morning to evening but one drop of rain and they head indoors. Snugly in their pen with hay up to their slightly round bellies and they love it. You can't get hens indoors if it rains. They have to stay on guard for worms popping up... And they do dry quicker than a rain soaked sheep, I guess.
I’ve just let our animals out. It's a misty, warm morning and you can see the first hint of autumn colours on the trees. As the sheep stepped out the sun appeared to greet them. Four sheep, eyes closed with their funny faces held up to the warmth, sighing happily is a nice sight, first thing in the morning. Not even the constant beeping of a hyper active chick could spoil the moment. Then, Mindy, Mandy, Molly and My stomped off into the forest to find their berry breakfast. Being a happy sheep means a constantly eating sheep - they told me. Oh, and they send their love to Scotland!
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