another sheepy shot for my current sheepy theme. Still playing catch-up with my album. This was taken on a freezing cold frosty morning and I really wanted to capture the way you could see the sheep's breath, but only managed to get a hint of that unfortunately.
Oh dear, the morning after the night before. After last night's late bedtime, I woke feeling a bit below par to say the least. Tthe tried and tested bacon buttie and paracetamol cure only offered a temporary reprieve, so much time was spent simply sitting and staring into space today. Unfortunately this had to be punctuated with a couple of forays into the field to feed and muck out the animals, and these trips were made even more unpleasant by the wet snow which was blizzarding down. One of these trips out was made slightly better by my seeing a pair of bullfinches in the hedgerow. I love those birds, but hardly ever see them any more.
All vows never to drink again and to be tucked up in bed by 10.30pm every night for the rest of my life, were scuppered by my listening to various people advising me that a hair of the dog was what was needed. Well, who was I to argue? And yes, a couple of glasses of white late in the afternoon did the trick. Glad I didn't follow my cousin's advice that port and brandy would sort me out, think it probably would have done, but not in the way she meant.
Graham and Sam went round to our friend's house to watch the rugby in the afternoon. I watched it here, a pretty uninspiring game, but a win nonetheless. While we were at the party last night our friend had invited over thirty people plus children round to watch the game, seemingly having forgotten that he and his wife had discussed it before the party and decided that they couldn't because of children's sporting commitments this morning. Not sure how popular Ian was with his lovely wife Fiona today!
This is the cleanest sheep I have ever seen. Beautiful soft fleece. Perhaps the snow worked its wonders. Love your POV and lighting. She has her eye on you.
