Pebbles and her granddaughter, Trixie, wondering who that horned fella is.
He quickly made himself at home, in more ways than one. I’d modified the feeder so he could access the hay easily with his horns (and without getting stuck). He climbed right in (so maybe it’s no wonder that his lambs treat this like a playpen now).
Well, hello sailor. Pebbles and Minnie were the first to greet him, after 30 minutes of relentless, measured pursuit.