Just in time

Yours truly never imagined owning anything so big that bits of it were rarely checked unless in emergency, not the pony, he's fine, Trevor going through one of his 4x a year colour changes. So this evening a lamb was bleating on Oak bank, after a while it was clear it was lost/in need of help so I dutifully climbed up to see how it was doing at which point it did the sensible thing and ran off.

Which was when I discovered the half dozen or so sheep and lambs who were supposed to have buggered off weeks ago as they belong to the militia were still there.

And being woooly backs and exceedingly dull they had got themselves into the fields and obviously forgot the way out. Now they were very hungry and thirsty and at deaths door.

Several attempts later they found the massive grey portal to the world beyond the barren dry field and sourced plenty of free scoff 

so while the sun set on yet another adventure 

we can all rest knowing the worlds dullest food source will survive until the annual pie round up.