Notices by a stinky ox 🐂 (llamasoft_ox@toot.wales), page 4

The rivals.

The upturned face of where's-my-biscuit.

Morning Rush

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The snow has highlighted the sheep paths.

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Of course...

A simple method for making sheep run towards you.

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Goat damn you Wordle for normalising "SHARE" buttons on puzzle apps.

Technique: the single-handed double-insertion. Necessitated by the fact that only one biscuit remains and two sheep are both demanding insertion, and the off hand is holding the phone taking pictures.

The biscuit is cracked cleanly in two with the thumb, then each half inserted into each waiting sheep sequentially.

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Continued holiday greetings from the boys!

A study of the exact point where hay becomes sheep.

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Panda would like to wish everyone a good and fluffy morning. #Defaidodon #SheepOfMastodon

good morning!

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Arrival of the morning hay.

Good morning madam

The skritching process is studied carefully by Madam and Lucky.

Meet the Flock #4: Panda

Story follows!

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Anyway I wasn't unduly bothered by it, although we resolved to find out where egress had been made and fix up the fence at that point. We'd told our neighbour of the situation and he said he'd round them up and drop them off in a few days when he had the time. It wasn't really a worry as we get on well with our neighbour, and he knows our sheep, there was no danger of anything bad happening to them. We could even see the silly pair over the fence any time.

Panda is effectively another of Skippy's rescue sheep. His story began in January this year, when Skippy and Brambles decided it would be a lark to go on holiday to my neighbour's field.

Not that conditions are such that they want to escape from here; far from it, they are spoiled rotten here. But they do have a fair bit of interest in what goes on over the fence on my neighbour's side, particularly if more sheep are there, and I think they just wanted to socialise a bit.

So a few days later our neighbour comes round in his Landy, towing a trailer. We prepared to receive the two errant boys, and our neighbour says "ah, there's someone else in there, seemed like he wanted to come with your two. The kids call him Panda. Of course if you don't want him, send him away and he'll be off to market next week anyway".

Send him away? Gentle reader, take a look at this picture and ask yourself how anyone could even *think* of sending him away to a bad fate.

And so Panda arrived here on a somewhat damp February morning, a bit confused at first, in unfamiliar surroundings although really just over the fence from where he'd been. A million miles away in terms of his life expectancy though.

Here he is moments after coming out of the trailer, flanked by the two escapees, looking rather damp and vulnerable.