Home sweet home

I wandered over to see the sheep this morning and found them with Elisa down by the lake.  Judging from the the way the long grass had been flattened down I am pretty sure they spent the night in the sheep shed which is great news because it means they are following Elisa around AND they are able to negotiate the ditch that separates the neighbour's garden (where they have their food place) and our field (where they can sleep).  

They were really really pleased to see me and came running over.  #210 is definitely my Best Friend and - I'm guessing - she must've been bottle fed (some of them were) because she always heads straight for my hands and will try to lick my fingers.  There are at least three (a brown one #258 and also #259) who are extremely tame.  

I gave them some stale bread - I will gradually get them used to the blue bucket so that if (when) some decide to escape I can use it to coax them back into the field.

I popped in again in the afternoon, just to check they were all OK, it was a bit breezy so I found most of them sitting in the shed, and Elisa was close by.  #210 came over straight away and so did the tiny brown one.   They are much less skittish than the flock we had last year: only the white one walks away when I approach.

I noticed one had a "runny tummy" so the fresh grass seems to be taking its toll.  Unfortunately there is not much we can do to slow them down.  Locking them in over night is not really an option.