Situation Normal

This is situation normal at breakfast time here at Rock HQ, a ravenous horde of Ryelands led by a Welsh Mule Cross called Ferny Fern Fern from Ferntown. Rain or shine these woolly bucket robbers wait patiently for yours truly to emerge and provide calories to supplement the meagre mountain grass that is their usual fare. So as Defra are arriving tomorrow to blood test the lady sheep it will be no problem as the breakfast club will oblige by lining up in the lane to donate a drop or two of the red stuff in the hope of getting an extra portion.
At least that's the plan.
This took a knock this morning when lane at front of cottage, the usual haunt of hungry sheep was devoid of life forms aside from a belligerent shitland and a hopeful piglet. All mutton was conspicuous by its absence and was finally tracked down to the dark side of the smallholding, lurking at the base of North Face Gully. There they stayed, united in their defiance of the allure of the blue bucket. Ferny Fern Fern from Ferntown totally refused to comply and lead the flockers to base camp where they would be fed. It all bodes well for a very interesting morning tomorrow.