Hippos might be more alliterative, but I don’t have any hippos, hungry or otherwise. Although Barney and Liam are starting to look hippopotamic with their big fleeces…
This morning Neo followed Barney and Liam when they raced out to eat the waste hay. I guess he wanted to see what they get so excited about every morning.
“Guys, are you sure we’re not supposed to eat the hay in the feeder?”
“Don’t be silly! This hay is much better!”
“Well I’M not eating that!”
“I’m going to go eat some crunchies!”
Neo is a Professional Eater of Surplus Treats, otherwise known as a P.E.S.T. He takes his job very seriously. After all, somebody has to eat all those crunchies!
Lady also likes to make sure I’m not burdened by carrying too many crunchies around. Like mother like son…
“I’m pregnant, I need more crunchies!”
And like mother like daughter…
“Oh, you’re taking pictures? We’ll be sure to keep our backs to you, then.”
Their Royal Woollinesses were avoiding me this morning. I think they were worried I might do something to interfere with their pursuit of
And finally… like Duchess like Duchess I suppose…
“I want crunchies, but I’m too shy to come get them. I suppose I’ll just stand here looking beautiful and sad, staring at you sadly while contemplating my sad lack of crunchies…”
Duchess could be the stereotypical, tragically beautiful heroine of a melodramatic historical romance novel.
I’m hoping she has a little ewe lamb to keep her company. Her belly is finally starting to bulge (though not as much as Princess’s!), so I’m 90% sure she’s pregnant this year.
Can’t wait to meet the new lambs! I’m still debating about names with myself, which is really a pointless exercise since I don’t know what number or gender ratio of lambs I’m going to have. Still, it’s a more pleasant way to pass the time than sitting around worrying about everything that could go wrong.