'We're Poor Little Sheep ......

who have lost our way .......  '

And they have decided that our garden is going to be their new home.  

They were there this morning, amongst the apple trees grazing contentedly. I'm not sure what they were eating - grass is fine, daffodils -we'd rather they didn't.

We tried ringing the guy who rents the field above us, but haven't heard back.  We thought we'd better ring the police, and they have tried to contact local farmers, but so far no-one has come to claim them. 

If they eat my fritillaries they will be encouraged to escape into the empty field across the road!   Alternatively, I'm considering how the song proceeds - there's something about 'damned from here to eternity' - and TM is muttering about 'sixteen legs, eight shoulders, loads of chops ...'. I hope he's not serious.