LB on the left haunch and a big blue dot on the back of the head; the letters are much smaller than the whole sheep. Even with binoculars and a steady hand, you have to get near to be sure of ID. Getting almost near enough to spook any self-respecting mountain sheep and have them disappear over the horizon. Much sooner than we had hoped, I found two of ours hanging with two of Martin's. That was a good sign because they might all leave the mountain together when Martin brought everyone down for the winter in a couple of weeks time. Then entering stage right, a 3rd member of our flock appeared positively running across the face of the hill accompanied by two black faced, horned, and shaggy yearlings. "Why is she running?" asked The Beloved. "To escape the attentions of two black hearted, horny, shagging yearlings" I suggested. I think we may expect lambs 180 days from now. Pedigree? I don't think so!
After that partial success, we went home for Sunday Brunch. Fortified by that and several cups of tea, I sprang into the saddle of Dau.II's bicycle and rode off to the next townland to collect the car.