Bunting

One of the ewes, a noisy Texel had been bunting lambs hard during the weekend, but the Scottish blackface I questioned, she'd had birthed two lambs without any intervention. Queasy at Charlie letting four lambs run with two ewes into the trailer, then removing the lambs from the ewes one by one, returning them to the pen. They cried for their mothers, until the bag of ewe nuts came, and thus the lambs were silenced; are not people like that?

I observed a Zwartble ewe chewing cud and thought, "sheeple", that could be chewing gum. Leaving the farmhouse, we're noticing a silver pickup we'd seen yesterday, Charlie calls the driver of this vehicle the gamekeeper.

“The world suffers a lot. Not because the violence of bad people. But the silence of good people.”. Napolean Bonaparte.

He frequents developments and happening things that come and go through this glen, we're wondering who he is, he does not live locally. A neighbouring creepy woman, icy cold towards me, walked by saying "hello Charlie".