We’re those people whose sheep are always out.
That’s Miss Cotswold and the yearling lamb cavorting by a house (repossessed, no one lives there) up the road. I suppose since no one lives there, they’re helping to mow.
It’s the same two, always out. Sometimes they even let themselves back in. Other times, they come to the gate and wait to be let in.
And laugh at us.
One of these days we’re going to figure out how they’re getting out. And then we’ll see who’s laughing! Or….just relieved…..and not as embarrassed…..