Just looking

The sheep were nervous (to quote an old and very bad joke - Mrs G is Welsh). When I came up to the fence they all went away except for this one who seems to be wondering whether or not to go too.

The sheep was in the next field to the vet. The vets are real farm vets in that they treat farm animals, run a farm and have an farm stand by the surgery. Our borderline collie was in for a repeat prescription and a check up. At 93 dog years, according to the vet, he is doing well. He has some arthritis and is deaf but otherwise unbowed. So more pills to slip into his breakfast. He is very wary of his breakfast already and will probably stare into his bowl for even longer before venturing to eat anything.