The flock of ewes and Caldwell and tips Poundland and Kilo were living at Cairns's, a trio of fields on the edge of town, and they needed breakfast. I brought the camera along too so I could take photos as the sheep gathered.
Connie.
Connie again.
Breakfast was a bale of silage served under the horse chestnut tree.
Juliet.
Gertie.
Luna and her floppy ear.
Gertie.
Juliet.
Bridget.
The rain started to come on so I left everyone to their breakfast. They were really enjoying it.
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