On Saturday I stopped to take a photo of one of the lambs in one of the grit bins near to our house;
Lupin’s lamb was one of the lambs born on ‘my watch’ and was a tiny little thing, so small in fact that we spent the day waiting for the next to arrive but there is just her; small and prefect.
Flat Lambs Daughter and Six were also on the green near by and so I turned to snap a few piccys of them grazing in the sun:
As soon as Six realised I was taking photos he pricked up his ears and started towards me as if to say “Ohh, photographs of me? Make sure you get my good side” which is very unusual behaviour for him as he has sadly taken on his mothers mistrust of us.
He is such a little bruiser of a lamb, and I was only to happy to oblige: