Hiding behind Chester is a surprise, insofar as sheep can be surprising. For a long time we have assumed that Easter and Springtime, twin Ryeland ewes were MIA, either they had been rounded up for pie filling by the militia or they had shuffled off their mortal coils and become chewy toys in sheepskull lane.
Then this old ewe returns and hangs around with our little flockers. A quick check of the eartag and suspicions confirmed, its Easter, back from the "dead". Springtime is still MIA. Pretty certain she is a chewy toy.