What could be more delightful than the softness of a sheep’s muzzle burying itself in my hand.  Of course the object of the affection is not me but the pellets of concentrates that my palm contains.  In past times Pinky has occasionally been brave and eaten from my hand, but this year Wiggle has led the way and now Pinky and her sister Perky all come to me for their treats.  The other six ewes feed at the trough and Tufty will also come to hand if invited but he usually biffs the others away from the trough and takes the lion’s share for himself. Hmmmm!