Resting in the crate after his journey from Bodmin, it was a noisy few hours and he drew attention to himself at the coffee stop. Born on April 1st and bottle fed from three weeks old when his mother died, he’s a friendly little ram with broken horns. Light enough to carry into the paddock, the matriarchs in the flock wanted to show him who was boss, decided to separate them and he’ll spend the night with just Pixie and Elton, who are further down the pecking order. Picked tomatoes. A day of heavy showers and a brisk wind, feels colder in the mornings.
