06/06/2026
This afternoon someone left the shed door open... πππ
The expedition inside was led by Jack the magnificent who clearly knew exactly where he was going. Mother followed β too sensible for this sort of thing, but apparently not sensible enough to turn around and with Milo in tow. Tim and Ropey joined in with no clear plan beyond being involved.
What followed was a very productive few minutes. Jack worked methodically through a bale of lucerne with the focused calm of the patriarch he is. Mother helped herself with quiet efficiency. Milo was everywhere. Tim and Ropey ricocheted around the shed achieving maximum chaos with minimum coordination, somehow eating a remarkable amount in between.
Then, in the mind of the sheep, the largely symbolic shepard went in.
First out was Milo, then Mother and Jack mid chew. Tim and Ropey came flying out last, still mid-chaos, wearing more then they'd eaten.
No regrets from any of them βοΈππ