I checked online for the first dates of Spring and it appears we're still some way off. The actual date is in mid September and that month is generally regarded as the time Spring begins. Until then you'll all have to put up with the snowy scene I've used as a border to these posts to indicate winter (be patient Jade).
We finished lambing a while ago - you'll remember my story of Judy and Jean - both are VERY noisy youngsters now - about six weeks old and about to be weaned off the twice daily hand feeding. Given they regard me and SWMBO as mum and dad they haven't shown any indication of buddying up with the other lambs just yet.
They seem to regard Bazil as a big brother and the sheep as outrageous Visigoth interlopers on Rochdene rather than their own kin. That's the predictable outcome of hand bottle feeding them for six weeks I guess.
The most obvious sign of spring though? SWMBO is threatening to use the lawn mower for the first time since we moved in. Jeepers!
Love and peace - Wozza
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