Apologies for our silence of late; we’ve all been felled by a motley collection of bugs that has had us coughing, spluttering, huffing and puffing, and/or limping. It’s been a case of hauling up the drawbridge and stoking up the fire but some news just needs to be shared.
Today Sapphire, The Farmer’s hand-reared sheep who still suspects he may be her mummy, became a mummy again herself.
Then, twenty minutes later, The Farmer’s cup runneth over
Mother and babies fine, big sister not convinced this latest event will not impact on her standing at the feedbowl.