We had the lovely surprise of a visit from a small flock of six sheep this afternoon. They came along the shore into the lower orchard, then walked up the path to the house.
The Major and another ram had a brief tussle over rights to the spilled bird seed around the bird feeder. I believe they agreed to share, actually. They head-butted and pushed each other around for a few seconds, but they didn't seem to have their hearts in it.
When I eased the side door open they ran off a little way. But then they thought better of their flight, and turned to take a stand. Bird seed is probably not beneath their dignity this time of year. It was terrific to see them again.