*rap-rap-rap* Quoth the sheepies “We want more!”
Mira is pretty much expected to be banging on the door at this point, but Lana was an unexpected visitor to find entreating at my chamber door. She’s never been in the yard before this week, let alone the basement, but there she was.
“Ooh, I see that box of crunchies on the table!”
I’m going to have to move the cereal boxes so they’re not visible through the window. At this rate I’ll have all ten of them moping on my back patio staring at the crunchies through the door. And following me across the basement to the stairway going from window to window.
“Ooh, and there’s the tub of sheep feed! And mineral mix! It’s a smorgasbord in there!”
I have a feeling I’m going to be very unpopular when the field grows back and they don’t get to come in the yard anymore.