21 April 2020

Seven Days of Grass

M O N D A Y

With this warmer weather the ewes are getting itchy.







The sisters, Bridget and Bea.





Despite the sunshine, the grass is still struggling to grow. Granny's Field, the home of my pets, is completely bare. With so many ewes milking for their lambs, I thought it was time for them to move. The field next door, The Dump Field, had plenty of grass from not being grazed all winter.

I opened the gate and all of the hungry sheep came running.

Juliet.



Penny and her lambs, Cleland and Carol.



Lily.



The grass was far greener on the other side of the fence. Charles was fascinated - he'd never seen so much grass in his life.



Esther tucking in.





Lois.



Juliet.



Charles was also fascinated by the water trough too.



I left them to enjoy their new home.

S U N D A Y

I kept an eye on the pets all week as usual. The following Sunday I went up with my camera again to take some pictures of them in their new field. The walk up the hill through the empty Granny's Field was strange. There were no lambs playing on the old wall.



Blue Belle was there, though!







I got to the field to find some unhappy ewes, much to my surprise. They were standing at the gate between the two fields.



The lambs were happy enough.

Wee Chloe.









Charles was taking it easy.





Clementine (with Colin peeking out from behind a stone).



I took pity on the ewes and opened the gate. I expected a few to trickle in but instead I got a stampede! Everyone was very happy to be home, sporting around the place. My pets are happy in their home, it would seem.

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