Sheep News
First of all, Bobbie was shorn on 21 September. I took him to a local alpaca farm, and not to the place where I had bought him like I usually do. I met the lady by chance in the Post Office and thought it was a sign that it was meant to be. Each year it is getting easier to get Bobbie shorn. This year, although it was hard to get Bobbie into the shed, once he was in there and we got the sheep out, he stood very quietly while I put the halter on him. We had no trouble leading him onto the trailer and this time he didn't try to get off again. When I arrived at the alpaca farm he let me lead him off the trailer and to the holding pen they had set up and was very calm and well behaved the whole time.
Spotty Ears' smallest twin died. She lasted a week and a half. I found her one morning next to the shed - the crows had got her. So we haven't had any of our sets of twins both survive.
Fluffy had a boy lamb on Sunday 5 October. So now we only have two ewes to go - Spotty Nose and her daughter, Boots. And if the size of their udders is anything to go on, it will be a while yet. (The photo is a long way off because she won't let me get closer.) I won't name (or tag) Fluffy's boy because he and maybe Spotty Ears' girl may become meat when they're older, including the lambs of Spotty Ears and Boots. (I can hear some people groaning but that's just the way it is - I can't keep them all.)

Other News
When my Dad came to visit in late September he used the wood I bought and built my garden! (I didn't ask him to. The mower needed to be charged, so he did the garden instead. It was a wonderful surprise!) I have planted some potatoes and bean seeds but not much has come up yet. The potatoes did poke through but we have had a few frosts in the last week - yes frosts - and they have had a setback. New shoots are coming through again though. I will take a photo when there is some greenery to show.

I will end with a photo of the north half of my farm from the top of the hill looking down towards the house in the late afternoon. Let it be known that when I die, in forty or fifty years time that is, that I would like my ashes scattered in this very spot on the top of the hill.