Curiouser and curiouser

Things seem to have a certain synchronicity here at times. For example a year ago a strange sheep turned up and mixed with our flock, we called him Burgers as that was my cunning plan for him should he continue to devour and get fat on our sheep feed. He disappeared and was never seen again in the monsoon of last July. So in the heat of this summer a few days ago a curious sheep appeared and hung around for a while, scoffing more than his fair share and making like he wanted to stay. Once again I banished dark thoughts of free kebabs and welcomed our guest. Today we are having a summer monsoon, torrential rain is hammering on the roof and we are trapped indoors. And the curious black faced sheep is gone. Strange but true. Just like this time last year. Perhaps that's why some sheep are called wethers. Curiouser and curiouser.