We've had quite a few sheep over the last 18 years, and our favourite from day one was always Oscar, the lovable, yet very cool, black sheep with the loping walk like Barack Obama. Oscar was always good for a cuddle (although he occasionally showed his deep fondness for Linda by head-butting her in the thigh). He didn't take any crap from other sheep, as he never really believed he was a sheep, and was always a little aloof from the crowd. He lived to a good old age for a sheep, but we had to say goodbye to him last year, which left a void in our flock, and our affections.
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| Back in 2001, Linda and Oscar commune in lovely summer surroundings. |
Lately, another contender for a special place in our hearts has arisen, and her name is Myrtle. She came to us as a young pup a year or so ago, along with her friend Riley. Right from the start, she showed herself to be an affectionate girl, and as time went on, she became firmly bonded to us. Now, it's impossible for either of us to go into the paddocks without being followed around and nuzzled by Myrtle. What can we do - give in, of course, and nuzzle her back!
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| Whenever Tony goes into a paddock to check the fences, right away Myrtle wants some attention. Peter and Riley might want some too, but they're no match for Myrtle. |
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| Myrtle gets her way. |
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| Riley takes the lead while Tony continues along the fence line, with Myrtle's face in his hand. Peter looks on jealously. |
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