The Builder has a sister - he actually has four sisters - but he has one in particular who, unlike moi, is worthy of living on a croft.
She's never heard Big Brother say to her, 'Go find some town to live in'. He reserves such sweet talk for moi.
(Why, may I ask, am I referring to myself as moi? If you know, please let me know, cos I ain't got a clue.)
This is the Builder's wee sister.
The sheep like her.
They do as they're told, and when she speaks to them, they don't give her The Eye.
... like they're giving me here.
These sheep are due to begin giving birth on Friday. They are the mums-of-singles, and are kept separate from the mums-of-twins because they receive different food allowances during their pregnancies.
Each time I was pregnant, the scans showed I was carrying only a single, but I liked to be on the safe side and eat for twins. Just in case, you understand.
The expectant sheep were moved to this croft where I can keep an eye on them. Some of you may remember from last year how I love to have the Maternity Ward in full view of my house.
Not.
It makes me very nervous.
This clever Mama has the job done, and here is Big Brother's first lamb of the year.
Adorable, with a perfectly black face.
Having made sure all the mums-of-singles were safely ensconced in the appropriate field, we then went to move the mums-of-twins.
They were simply moving across the road, and here they are following Big Brother,
in through the gate and into the field which looks at the other side of my house.
Gimme strength ... I'm not sure I can cope with the pressure.
This is Tweedles. She was a pet lamb that another of the Builder's sisters had. Well, when I say she had the pet lamb, you will understand that the kids had her. Aye, the kids had her, but mum looked after her ...
Tweedles still loves human company (except mine. Can't think why.), and follows BB around like a little puppy.
See? Here are all the sheep following younger sis. They never do that for me. I'm convinced BB has warned them to stay away from me.
And here she is speaking to Tweedles. She really thinks she's a puppy.
Have I mentioned before that we've been having amazing weather?
Well, it's worth repeating.
You've met Louis before, haven't you? He, like me, likes to kid on he knows his stuff around sheep.
He, like me, knows nothing except how to look busy.
When was the last time you rode home on the tailgate of a pick-up?
(For any of you who are overly keen on Health and Safety matters, I may have taken this with the pick-up not moving. So sleep easy.)
