Sheep in the Pen

Today dawned fine with mist over the hills and either frost or dew on the grass. I couldn't quite determine which from looking out of the window.

The weather forecast said that there would probably be showers after 11 am, but there wasn't. It's been the loveliest Spring day. 

Out before 9 am to walk Basil to the grooming parlour in Shepshed, then that dreadful walk up Kirkhill to home to hop in the car and drive over to Woodnook Farm just outside Long Whatton. I was collecting a freshly slaughtered half of sheep for the freezer. When we looked at it later, it seemed more like a whole sheep. The freezer is full.

By contrast with the meaty lamb, this little one has a year of frolicking ahead of it. The pen houses ewes who are waiting to give birth, and lambs who for one reason or another need another Mum.

Collapsed into bed this afternoon for two hours and slept soundly.