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At dusk the #sheep followed me from their favourite field to head to their troughs for a supper of Rammaster and sugar beet.
#SheepOfMastodon #Defaidodon
At dusk the #sheep followed me from their favourite field to head to their troughs for a supper of Rammaster and sugar beet.
#SheepOfMastodon #Defaidodon
Morning Sheep Time
Ancient tales told of a fiery orb that would appear in the sky but I am starting to think that is just a conspiracy theory. Some boys by the stable, Panda hanging out in the middle field with his funny valentine, eventually he is the victim of casual violence from Brambles. Everybody ends up bearded.
Morning Sheep Time
Ancient tales told of a fiery orb that would appear in the sky but I am starting to think that is just a conspiracy theory. Some boys by the stable, Panda hanging out in the middle field with his funny valentine, eventually he is the victim of casual violence from Brambles. Everybody ends up bearded.
Morning Sheep Time
The legs of my jeans are thoroughly moistened with sheep water after spending time indoors with multiple damp sheep. I shall therefore no doubt smell slightly of sheep when I am in the curry house later on. That would probably be remarkable in London but not so much in Wales.
Morning Sheep Time
The legs of my jeans are thoroughly moistened with sheep water after spending time indoors with multiple damp sheep. I shall therefore no doubt smell slightly of sheep when I am in the curry house later on. That would probably be remarkable in London but not so much in Wales.
Morning Sheep Time
Another day in this endless February. Today we solve the mystery of Buster's ear, contemplate the dampness of wool, sneak some extra biscuit bits into Dom and as a bonus I blow my nose.
It snowed overnight and the #sheep have emptied their hay rack, so they are out in the #snow, grazing.
#SheepOfMastodon #Defaidodon
It snowed overnight and the #sheep have emptied their hay rack, so they are out in the #snow, grazing.
#SheepOfMastodon #Defaidodon
Morning Sheep Time
Another day in this endless February. Today we solve the mystery of Buster's ear, contemplate the dampness of wool, sneak some extra biscuit bits into Dom and as a bonus I blow my nose.
