Sunday Morning Visitors

Sunday mornings you take your time - a leisurely breakfast, hot coffee and the paper. It's sacrosanct in my house. So, when unexpected visitors turn up they have to have a good reason to disturb this "my time". These visitors not only had no reason to visit - they shocked the hell out of me.

There I was quietly sitting at the dining table enjoying the paper when I noticed something move out of the corner of my eye. Looking up I was confronted by one of the largest sheep I have ever seen, dutifully followed by her two cute little baby lambs. What to do? I did what all good city girls would do - I rang my sister. When she had stopped laughing she suggested that I shoo them back through the fence before they found my precious vege garden. So, I gingerly went outside to have a chat with my new visitors (still in my pyjamas of course) and that started the brisk walk around the house. While on the march I could see no hole large enough to get this 'super-mother' back to the pastures so I retreated to the house for a think-tank and to dress more appropriately.

Coming out, I donned my pink and black gumboots (I meant business) and confronted the group on the edge of my garden. Because she wandered towards me when I spoke to her, I guessed she was a pet of some type, and so we all leisurely walked back down the driveway until I was convinced she was on her way.

Well, I haven't seen her since and I didn't see her or the babies as roadkill when I went out later that day. I figure that all's well that ends well. For me anyway.

THE BEST....the smile on the face of the little babies as they hurried after the mobile milk machine

THE WORST.....not knowingwhat happened afer they wandered down the driveway

I AM LEARNING.....to expect anything to visit on a Sunday morning.