Checking on Oonagh

I had decided to take Oonagh out of the shed and into the pet flock, and that evening I went out with Susan to see how she was settling in. Astrid greeted us at the gate.

As usual, Wee Matt wasn't far behind.

And Billy too.

Titch.

The wee babies were near the bottom of the field and the last to spot us.

Ingrid.

Teenie.

Ilsa.

And there's Oonagh. She looked very happy.

She was getting along with everyone.

Susan was getting sniffed.

Brave Jim.

Oonagh again.

Wee Matt.

Hilde.

Tess.

Lots of sheep followed us back to the gate.

Susan in the yard.

Waiting on the Hairdresser

Since their field was in need of a rest, and with the men coming to clip them soon, the pets moved into the smaller field next door.

Kerry. 

Wee Matt never far away.

Tess.

Primrose.

Heather.

Billy.

Irving.

Hilde.

You think your hoggets are getting quite big, and then Titch stands next to them. No one's managed to grow as big as him yet.

Imelda.

Kerry again.

Billy.

Wee Matt and Kerry followed me to the gate.

Kerry.

Last Frost

On the final day of 2025, we awoke to a big frost. There had been a few recently, but after my dad's injury just before Christmas, I had been dashing off every morning to feed the sheep at Bannon's Land. I decided on this morning to take the time to visit the pets with the camera. 

 

Tess.

 

 

 

Everyone was pleased to see me.

 

 

Billy and Primrose.

 

 

Tess.

 

 

Rosie.

 

 

Lois.

 

Fern and Primrose.

 

 

 

 Titch and friends.

 

 

 

Billy.

 

 

Rosie.

 

 

Astrid.

 

 

 

Billy again.

 

 

Titch.

 

 

 

 

Fern.

 

 

Titch.

 

 

Titch, Esther and Primrose.

 

 

Incoming youngsters!

 

 

Fern, Tess, Vera and Hilde.

 

 

Esther and Greta.

 

 

Primrose.

 

 

Lois.

 

 

Hilde.

 

 

Majestic Billy.

 

 

Rosie.

 

 

Heading back up the hill.

 

 

Heidi enjoying a silage breakfast.

 

 

Kerry too.

 

 

As usual, Wee Matt and Billy followed me to the gate.

 

 

 

 

Sorry, boys, I have ewes to feed!