|The girls walking past me ever-so-slowly.. without ANY eye contact whatsoever|
Forgive the second post of the day,
Now....I am not overly familiar with sheep.
(YP hold it right there and say NOTHING!)
OK here in rural Wales you literally cannot fart without being over heard by a startled ewe and then see a marbled eyed dumb face staring at you with a look of "how very dare you!"
Sylvia and Irene are curious and nervous little creatures
After a somewhat fraught first meeting with the Indian runners who set both ewes galloping for the hills with an unbelievably loud screaming pincer movement , things are beginning to settle down between birds and sheep!
Of course , I am the only real fly in the ointment where their emotional well being is concerned, for to begin with all it needed for them to be sent scurrying into the bushes was a merest glimpse of my sweaty little hand on the gate handle!
So at every opportunity I have gone out to the field with a bowl of feed which I have shaken enticingly at them with my best "come hither" expression on my face.and over the last few days they are noticeably building themselves up to actually come up to within a gnat's crotchet of my excitedly shaking bucket!