The sheep in the top field are looking a lot more relaxed now. The lambs are growing bigger and the mothers less inclined to stare suspiciously at two-legged creatures leaning on gates. They’ve even started running away from youngsters who want to suckle. Seems they’ve had enough of playing nursemaid to babies and want to get back to the sensible business of grazing safely while passing cars play Bach on their sound systems.
(I did once, you know. I was just driving past the top field while Classic FM was playing Sheep May Safely Graze. It was one of those moments when you wonder whether there really is something out there giving you a nudge.)
On a sadder note, I learned that one of the lambs died about a week ago. I’m told that sheep die easily, often for no apparent reason.