" Take that you bitch" ( Ewe)

My mother in law has just given her tearful goodbyes to Trelawnyd, after enjoying her first taste of a village fete. I told her to stay a few days longer but she has jobs in Broadstairs to do. She's an easy guest to have, and I shall miss her.

Suddenly everything has gone very quiet.

Well for a moment it went quiet.

I had just put a bleached loo brush to the bog bowl

When I heard the unmistakable sounds of strenuous sex coming from the open window 

Doubting the neighbours had gone all rampant in the garden on a dull Tuesday  morning

I walked outside to see Irene and Sylvia indulging in a loud, huffing bout of head butting and fighting

 They do this from time to time, and their fights never last too long, but this spat was a right " handbags at 50 pace" affair in which neither ewe was going to back down. The grunting and groaning got to such a pitch that some riders on their horses, stopped to watch the scrap from the lane, so I waded in like bouncer on Jeremy Kyle and separated the gals.
I need to think about finding a ram for them both for later in the year. Lambs need a daddy me thinks
Having a " man" around should calm their hormones down......perhaps.

Watching the bitchfight from the " luxury" of her new spacious accommodation, wild rabbit Mary seems to be a much happier bunny.

I know very little about rabbit care, but have been given a crash course in " fly strike" " the need for hay in order to keep teeth short"  etc from local Bunny Expert Lesley, who kindly provided Mary with her new hutch.

Finally the  ewe spat calmed down....and peace reigned again

And I am about to return to bleaching the bog

The cottage again seems just a little too quiet