7 September 2018

The Yellow, Yellow Grass of Home

This summer was tough - while last summer was very wet, this summer was very dry. The grass growing in the corners of the yard turned yellow, and areas of the fields with lots of rock burned up, the grass stopped growing. We went for weeks and weeks without rain which, in Ireland, is very jarring! I took these photos while everything was still burned up so there isn't the usual bright green in the background.

Olive and her impressive ears.

Team Millie - Abby (standing) and Annie.

Lovely Lois.

Gorgeous Rosie.

My dad has grown very fond of the pet flock over the past few years, and the lambs love him.

There's a queue for his attention!

As if I needed any help recognising Penny, now she has her distinctive torn ear. Poor thing.

I have a soft spot a mile wide for Heather. She's a sweetheart.

I read somewhere about how human babies have bigger eyes so their mothers will find them more endearing and form a bond. May I present the case for sheep:

Little Esther's eyes are huge and we love her to pieces.

Penny loves us too.

It's not just sheep in the queue. Sheepdogs need cuddles too.

Esther is happy to share.

Team Millie!


Flora is very hard to photograph because she's always running towards me.

Heather and Esther are the Big Mule and Little Mule respectively.

Annie and Abby are a gorgeous set of twins.

Esther coming for her hugs.

Andy is king of the castle flock.

His twin brother Angus is his sidekick.

Andy enjoys scratches, but he also enjoys trying to beat me up.

I should have called Penny "Leggy Peggy", it would have been more accurate.

Pretty Fly.

And how did Bob spend his summer, did you ask? Well, just like he spends his autumn, winter and spring - lying down.

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