Ida’s diary, entry #23

It’s a glum day ūüė¶

Over the last couple of days there have been some changes taking place.  Changes that are not nice for us.

Our bigger owner has been working in OUR part of the garden, and we can no longer get into OUR part of the garden!

Nothing wrong with this at all.

Nothing wrong with this at all.

A gatey type fency thing being installed

A gatey type fency thing being installed

This is the lovely dusty mess we've made next to the back door.This is the lovely dusty mess we’ve made next to the back door.

A gate going here I think.

A gate going here I think.

This is finished, apparently!

This is finished, apparently!

I think our owners are hoping that we won’t leave poo on the terrace and will stop coming and calling at the door. ¬†They may even start sitting out there again if the awful chicken/pigeon poo smell from next door subsides.

The gate is still a work in progress, looks like it will need more help. ¬†Have just watched chickens flying over the top. ¬†So, what with the heat and everything, we have spent the hottest part of the day in the sheep shelter… we’d prefer to be near the house of course.

Gate nearly done.

Gate nearly done.

Hmm, more work needed if chickens are also not welcome.

Hmm, more work needed if chickens are also not welcome.

I am still managing the odd suckle with mum although it is getting very hard to kneel down and take a chance. ¬†Mum gets quite impatient and moves away quite quickly now. ¬† Got to go, it’s time for the chickens to be bothered and for us to have some maize.

a la prochaine.

IDA

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Ida’s diary, entry #22

Coo eee

Long time no write.  Sorrrreeeee.

I really haven’t a lot to tell you. ¬†We spend a lot of time at the moment dozing and chewing the cud in the very hot temperatures. ¬†Apparently the smell of our wool and lanolin is drifting over into the front garden. ¬†Our owner has quite a sense of smell mind you, so it’s probably not that bad.

I am nearly as big as mum now. ¬†I don’t sound like mum though, I still have my lamb voice. ¬†I wonder whether my voice will break as I enter adolescenthood ūüėÄ

Our owner has noticed that we’re not very polite or caring towards each other when there is food involved! ¬†At chicken bothering time when we get a bit of maize, we climb all over each other and our owner to get our head stuck in the bucket first. ¬†In fact, mum and Inca tend to jam both of their heads in at the same time, I keep secretly hoping they’ll get stuck that way.

Our owners abandoned us the other day.  They headed off to the Auvergne, you know that place I mentioned in an earlier entry with the extinct volcanoes.

AT THIS POINT YOU WERE GOING TO GET A PHOTO. ¬†SOMETHING’S NOT WORKING. ¬†

We were meant to be on our own for nearly 3 days but they were back before we really missed them. Apparently it was nice, and the scenery and architecture was interesting (whatever that is) but here in this house is where they prefer to be.

We have seen a lot of the dog recently but he stays the otherside of the door and doesn’t come and chase us. ¬†Today was a dog free day, as is tomorrow apparently. ¬†He is coming on Thursday though, it’s my owners birthday, he probably has a present for her.

So, sorry no photos.  Just imagine a green, spent volcano with a radio mast on top with a few white clouds in a blue sky.  Got it? There, no problem.

A la prochaine mes amies

IDA

 

Yes I know, I got the entry number wrong. ¬†Just checking to see you’re all paying attention!