Unrecognisable

Not the best shot - or print - but sort of completes the latest instalment of the Sheep Saga.  It's hungry work getting shorn and shortly afterwards they got a feed:

The finished article.  On Ilford Warmtone fibre paper

Unrecognisable from the original versions of the same sheep.  Literally, as it turns out, since the Sheep Man informed me they don't recognise their own friends at first (I wasn't even aware they had friends, but apparently they do 'have a crowd they run with'.  There you go, eh?).  It's not so much a problem with the sheepettes, but with the rams Graham needs to keep a careful watch - they have been known to head butt and fight one another, with potentially fatal outcomes.  I suppose the familiar smell has gone so they have to start over again.

They'll be kept inside for a few weeks until the coat starts to grow back and the weather warms up a bit.  For now, they're inside the barn, in close proximity to each other and keeping warm.  Good thing too, as it's pretty nippy outside these days in The Liberties - and this morning we've a dusting of snow on the ground.