Meet the sheep.
I'm fascinated by them. So woolly, so smelly, and so very very strange. They don't belong to us but live in our paddock. I get a bit miffed when my parents chuck fallen apples over the fence to them instead of leaving them all for me. But if I stick my head through the fence I usually manage to get some sort of snack, if you know what I mean. I have a nice green smile afterwards.
I'm convinced that if I could get in the field with them we could have a great game of chasing. Apparently these are bad thoughts. But look, the ram lamb agrees. He even licks my nose sometimes and I manage a sneaky bite back.
Snowy, the white ewe, stamps her feet at me sometimes but I don't pay any attention. But Bongo the ram is a different story. He is one serious dude and I am not messing with him.
He shoos all the ewes and lambs away then comes back to stare me down. He even scares my mum and dad. They've been warned to take a big stick with them if they go in the field, but they'd rather stay out. At least Bongo doesn't look like the fence-jumping type. As you can see, though, I love to stick my head through the fence at him, which makes my mum get all nervous. I keep telling her to relax, that I can pull my head in fast enough if he comes at me, but she is still twitchy.