I'm Delighted to Announce....

....we're having babies. Lots of them.

Well, actually, we are not having anything. Big Brother is.

And it's not babies, it's lambs.

Hey - got y'all there!

Yes, today our (you understand the way in which I use the words our and we) sheep were to be scanned.

So this morning, Big Brother and the kids had to collect the ewes from the different crofts and take them to a fank which is on the moor side of the villages. There, the scanner scans the sheep from this village, and tells the owner whether each ewe is carrying a single, twins, triplets, or......none.

I feel so sad for these sheep. Someone please tell me they don't know anything about it.

Please??

 

Here they are coming with the first lot of ewes ...

 

... who dutifully follow the road. 

Oh yeah. Why do they feel the need to say Hi to me? Why do they have to come and use my, er, lawn (cough) as their potty? 

These are the questions that pass the time for me as I sit in the car taking photos. Clearly I have too much time on my hands.

 

The ewes from the croft on the left will be joining the rest.

 

My wee shepherd.

 

I could eat him.

But they tell me he'll soon be eight and, despite the fact that I reckon they're talking rubbish, I must stop babying him. Yeah, right.

 

And down the road. Our main road.

Don't you love that sheep still have priority on our main roads.

Long live island life!

 

I ran out to this point so I could capture them approaching the moor road.

When I say 'ran'.... well, I'm sure none of you actually thought I was using my feet. Did you??

I guess I was in a way - if you count using the accelerator and the brake...

 

You go, Wee Guy. They'd never manage this procedure without you.

 

Yep, you guessed it. Came to say Hi again.

 

And out to the moor.

 

Inside this trailer is the scanner. I like to think of him holding many a dark secret. I never see his face. I don't know if any of them do.

Strange goings on.

The other man sprays the sheep to show what they're having.

No, not whether it's a boy or girl. Whether it's one or two or three. Boy, you guys have a lot to learn. Thankfully, I know these things.

 

Here's BB's sheep in the fank, with DR looking busy in the background.

 

All the sheep owners from the village come together. And then the scanner moves onto the next village.

It gives the men such a good opportunity to have a blether, er, sorry work hard.

And to compare their own sheep with everyone else's, er, discuss the business of sheep.

 

And it gives our Wee Guy another opportunity to learn life's valuable lessons.

Like Maths: Hey, Wee Guy, if there are six ewes having triplets, eight having twins and thirteen having singles, how many lambs will that be altogether?

Hang on. Don't answer that until I've worked it out myself.