Happy Christmas everyone!

I can see some grass now, so life's not so boring! I am looking forward to my Christmas dinner. I wonder what Lorraine will send up to me and Wilf, with Keith. It's like having our own private Meals on Wheels and we don't pay a thing, just look cute!!!

Happy christbaas he he

It's so cold - brrrr not baaaa!!!!

I don't like this cold, white stuff. I can't get to the grass and other scrummy stuff in the orchard, and if I do my teeth get frozen. Luckily for us Keith keeps our bellies full with other tasty food, such as apples, carrots and hay. He walks up to see us every night! Our shelter is lovely and cosy, with lots more hay to keep us warm. I think that Wilf is OK, even though his fleece isn't as thick as mine! He still doesn't want to cuddle up to me. I keep offering, but he's the boss, as he keeps telling me! Brrrrrr...

I've been told that lots of people think that I am cute and cuddly. I do hope that they come and see me as I just love lots of company, though Wilf thinks that I should grow up and behave!???
By the way, the tree is untouched. I haven't managed to reach it yet. Give me time!

Heathfield Ecology Centre Bazaar!

Hi again. I have been told that we are having a Christmas bazaar on Sunday 5th December, 12.00 - 16.00. That means that there will be lots of people coming to see us and buying  jams which have been made from all our yummy fruit from the orchard. It is just as well that they took these away, as my tummy is getting a bit round, though Liz said that I have a lovely fluffy fleece.
They will also sell other things that I am not sure about, but they also cook delicious soups for lunch and cakes for tea. It is a shame that I can't eat THEM, but you can!

Lovely day

We had a lot of visitors in the orchard yesterday. They all came to see a nice lady, whose name is Brenda, plant a cherry tree. I was not allowed near this tree in case I nibbled it. It didn't have any leaves on it, though the bark might have been tasty! They all went off into the big house and left Wilf and me on our own. I did go back to look at the tree, but it had a fence round it!

Oh dear, the days are getting shorter, but I am nice and warm as I have a nice thick fleece which has suddenly grown round me! It must be all that good food that I've been eating. The apples are nearly finished so I shall have to eat more grass, or see what is in Nick's garden. Wilf's fleece is growing back now which is nice for him. I did offer to cuddle up to him, but he didn't like that idea.

A round of apples for me!

I love it here in the orchard. There is so much more to do than when I was stuck in the big, boring field at the farm. Wilf is feeling much better now and his coat is growing back. That's lucky as the air has been getting very cold and prickly lately. There are still lots of apples though - probably my favourite thing to do is eat apples. They are so delicious! Here is a short clip of me having fun eating them:

Not just a big ball of fluff...

This is me! Don't I look cute?

I've been trying to make Wilf feel better by making him laugh.

Here's an ovine in-joke for you (I made it up myself I did):

Me: "What's the difference between a sheep and a cloud?"

Wilf: "I don't know and I don't really care."

Me: "Clouds don't fart."

I am Sam

I was born near Bletchingley in the spring and spent all of the summer having fun with all the other lambs until the beginning of September, when the farmer, George, came and took my brother and me away from the field, put us in his trailer and drove us up to this orchard that they call Heathfield. I saw that there was another sheep in this place who was looking very sad and ill, though he looked like some of the sheep back at the farm. The people were making a fuss over him as he seemed to be sore and had a funny yellow colour on the back of his neck. I heard someone say that they thought I would be a good companion for this sheep, who I found out was called Wilf, but they also said that my brother would have to go back to the farm for a few months until Wilf was feeling better.