What are they doing here?
Right here, by my washing line.
Oh my....look at the poor ram on the other side of the fence. This is too cruel.
Too cruel, Mr Darcy.
There they go, off round the side of the house, and back to where they ought to be.
' Uhhh. No. No pavements here yet. Why d' ya ask?'
Away with you. You un-toilet-trained sheep, that have left a trail of ....stuff...on my lawn.
Hah! 'Lawn'!! What a joke!
And this, I think, may be the answer as to why these sheep are where they ought not to be.
The Wee Guy is the shepherd.
My wee pet.
You wouldn't believe it, but they actually circled the house, and came around again.
And then I saw this.
Do you see the brown 'sheep' hiding in there.
No wonder his head is hidden in shame.
Yep, Mr Wayne, we see you. No use in hiding.
I'm not sure whether the 'meeting' was as planned, but there aint no getting him out of there now.
Last night, at the dinner table, we were talking about the impending ram-meets-sheep that would happen today.
The Wee Guy pipes up, 'Mum, you wont be taking any photos of them...you know...when they're actually.....er getting married'
There was a collective sigh of relief around the table.
Country kids: they know far too much.