Friday, 1 January 2010
Yesterday someone was walking along the ridge, and at a point that is the furthest you can get from our cottage to the boundary fence in a straight line they spotted two little lambs trying to scrape a meal from the snow. Now this walker by some strange quirk of fate also read these pages and having seen the lambs, noticed they were different to the usual lambs on the ridge and was kind enough to e mail the coordinates of the pair.
As Rene is out of action Fifi Focus was press ganged and somehow made it to the top of the hill where 4x4's fear to tread. We had contemplated walking over to get the lambs but as we had been Agnesed the day before both of us felt we had been hit by freight trains so rather than undo the inevitable good the nice osteopath had done we opted for mechanised shepherding. There they were, just as the e mail said and in front of an audience of around a thousand New Years Day walkers who no doubt thought they were witnessing sheep rustling first hand the two wayward sheep were bundled into the back of the estate car and driven home for dinner. Their dinner not ours I hasten to add. Here are a few pics of the adventure. Now we only have to find Meg and Rosie and the whole flock will he reunited.
So a massive thank you to D, whoever you are you reunited the lambs with their flock. If you pass Rock HQ say hello, if you time it right you might get a bacon sarnie.
Posted by Tony at 20:28