Rainbow Puppy

Wednesday was a horrible day. We had rain and wind, probably the Northern Irish version of America’s snow storms. Whenever the rain became a little lighter, I headed outside to feed Little Pip. It was still spitting rain a little, but it wasn’t too heavy.

I kept shooting, through the rain.

See the rain falling in this shot?

I finished shooting photos, set Pip’s dish down, and looked up, only to see a massive rainbow over the entire farm, I could see both ends, but this one is the prettiest.

The rain had stopped. Was it a coincidence? Or did Little Pip have something to do with the sudden sunshine? I think she did. She’s my Rainbow Puppy. She’s my best friend. She’s my rock.

And I love her lots!

Meanwhile, the twin lambs out in the field are enjoying a daily dose of nuts. Well, they would be, if it wasn’t for the pesky ewes:

Lamb: I can take you on!

Or maybe not…

The twins are a lovely pair, don’t you think?

Ben helps me to feed them.

He’s a good boy.

Look! Some more twins!

And another lamb enjoying the nibbles.

Then there’s another two flocks, consisting of single lambs like this one.

Or these.

And this is what Lucky looks like now… my, she’s grown!

And Lily too. She’s in another flock.

She likes to eat mum’s ears.

And some sad news. We’ve sold the Shepherd’s Pie ewes. They were trouble-makers beyond measure. Breaking out, breaking in, refusing to move, hitting dogs to name just a few.

Bye ladies!

Yes. Even Brenda.

But I won’t miss them. I’ll get some new ewes, maybe quieter ones, who don’t cause so much trouble. Hint, hint, Dad!