Now we are six.

And two more sheep have arrived. They are sort-of related to the existing ones, sharing the odd father, grandparent, etc but they still got some butting from the first four inhabitants of the field, just to put them in their place. They are called Custard and Carrot, not the most enticing combination, and are yearlings, so are a little smaller than the others.

Here they are, on a bright morning, not quite being as fast as the others to get their mouths into the trough of  ewe nuts. But they are definitely part of the flock.





They have their work cut out. The rain we've had recently meant that everything in the field grew. Trees, yes, but also cow parsley, thistles, ragwort, foxgloves that seem to have blown over from neighbouring gardens, all of them up to 6 foot high. And that meant the sheep weren't going to get through them. They will eat plants that are at ground level, not their head height, let alone ours.


Oh, and also some of those weeds aren't good for them, anyway. Watch out for a future post on sheep diet. 


So we had to get the strimmer out again, this time with a sharp metallic cutter to get through a jungle of weeds. We've been careful to keep the sheep locked out of any part of the field we are working in, and they seem to know that something's up, waiting until they can get in again and see how much more space they have.