A decision has been taken. The gate has been opened
and a controlled and supervised entry of sheep into the garden is taking place!
They think they've gone to heaven. They sink into clouds of buttercups
but even after an afternoon of fine dining
they make little impact. To be fair there were only two of them, Mother and son (or daughter) who seemed unable to believe their good fortune in chancing upon the open gate into sheep's paradise!
I have done some strimming. But it's quite hard work and although our record of sheep in the garden has
always ended in disaster ie. sheep are unable to distinguish between nice Surrey pot plants and a few old dandelions, we've decided that if we watch them in a carefully controlled manner we can supervise what they munch on!
I don't want them munching on this. This is the tiny, tidy bit of garden
It isn't grand as herbaceous borders go - it's more a herbaceous patch
but I feel I created it and I feel possessive about it and don't want it munched around the edges
the sheep would tuck in with enormous amounts of enthusiasm!
In the meantime they seem happy with never ending borders of creeping buttercup and dandelions
For those of you who've followed this blog for a while, you'll remember Lamb Chop who sadly, I suspect, ended her days in a tin of pet food
I did love her and vowed when she went I wouldn't ever treat a sheep as a pet again - but it is difficult and despite how they all apparently look alike they do have their own personalities and peculiarities, and I've come to realise they aren't have as daft as we like to think they are.