Armed with his bottle and a layer of extra anti nibbling clothing our intrepid wee warrior climbed into the pen with the wild untamed lambies.
Poor kid never stood a chance. The quads just LOVE him. And only two are bottle fed remember!
Barely escaped with his boots actually. I have a feeling that Minty, who will still follow a bottle at her age, was egging them on!
Minty loves people.
As you can see Mama keeps a close eye on visitors. But the homeschooled children are used to her, they know Mothers are like that.
Then back inside we went to practice our knitting. We cut up old fabric into long strips, knotted them together and made peggy squares.
Life is fun.
Good morning. I have made a pact with myself not to mention the weather for a week. Unless it is glorious sun or life giving rain. I shall not mention the cold again. I don’t think it helps to moan about stuff we cannot change. It just drags us deeper, making it harder to cope. And to moan about the cold makes me feel colder and more hunched and miserable. And I was getting repetitive. So. The End of Cold Talk.
I really hope that you have a lovely day. We will.