Sheepish!

Since taking the white stuff the other day,  Marag has taken to sheep worrying.  This poor wee lamb was in my garden minding it's own business when Marag, high as a kite, pounced on him. After close examination,  the vet pronounced him fatally wounded and recommended we put the wee lamb to sleep so he may cross over onto pastures new. 
Marag isn't getting near my sherbet dip any more!