Jonathan was moaning that it was going to be hard feeding the 200 sheep without his right hand man, and my offer of help was greeted with a sarcastic remark. So I took Milly off for a walk down the drive. After a play in the barn, we started making our way home when the Landrover pulled up beside me.
"Are you coming then?"
So off we went to feed the sheep.
As I got out to open the gate they all came charging up.
First job was to line up the troughs which had been kicked all over the place
all the time being barged about by fat, hungry, pregnant sheep
Then grab a bag of feed
And finally everyone was fed.