There's certainly no preparations going on for any lambing so it looks as though we're getting a year off there. I never thought I'd say it, but I'm actually quite pleased - the old bones were getting a bit sore after last year, and it's a big responsibility for me without any help from Skye or the Princess. Pie was keen enough to help but you know what, that was often what I woke up worrying about at 2am...Poor little Pie - but God loves a trier and no one tries harder than her.
Hmmmm...on that front though, we haven't seen her for dust since the weather picked up. Well, she's in for her supper and a bit of pampering in the evening, but that's it. We hear her often enough though - yap yap yap usually from the back field, and when we get out she's always over to see us - full of what she's up to. Drives Abby daft. She'd love to be out too, but I keep telling her that that's Pie's job frightening everything away so just leave her to it - and just be thankful that it's not Skye doing that job. We'd be overrun by the weekend, although I suppose even the r creatures would eventually get fed up of her grumbling and move on.
Anyway, supper beckons - I've just heard Pie at the back door so it looks like food's up. Daisy is always pleased to see her back, but I'm never too sure whether it's supper on the way, or the little dog she's pleased to see. OK, ok, let's be truthful then...It's the supper dish. No one comes between Daisy and her beloved supper dish. Not even the heroic hunter from Hetton herself.
Looks like a night of tall stories beckons. Just as well she hasn't got long arms when she's telling us what got away. You'd think they were elephants
Take care
Pip xxx
Nothing gets past Pie
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