New Neighbaaaaaaaas....

The Sheep Gang has arrived!

They animate the field beautifully. There is a small electric fence to prevent them coming into our driveway. However, if I was a big girl sheep like these ladies, it is the type of fence that wouldn’t stop me going wherever I darn well pleased.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Ah! You can now keep a close eye on your future jumpers! If not jumpers then you now have endless entertainment to look at
KJ

23 November 2019 at 17:24

Denise said…

Now there’s a thought re: wool for jumpers. And yes, they are very entertaining. It’s lovely doing the washing up and watching sheep wander past the window.

25 November 2019 at 08:59

Anonymous said…

Have to admit I am very jealous of your view. it's beautiful. I could use some of that instead of the neighbors roof line/windows/fence.

KJ

25 November 2019 at 19:02

Denise said…

I know that feeling of looking out across rooflines, fences and rows of houses front and back - we moved from the middle of a town, and we feel so lucky to now be surrounded by fields and trees on all four sides. No matter what else is going on in life, having these views always make me smile! Thank you for your kind comment. x

25 November 2019 at 19:19

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