After last year’s Valentine’s Day debacle, Lachie promised Layla he would make amends by trying harder doing better this year.
To recap for those who are not aware of the 2017 incident:
Lachie forgot to get Layla flowers. He improvised by finding the last rose in Mahh’s garden, and sampled it for quality control purposes before presenting what was left to his ewe. Layla was not impressed.
2018 is the year he is going to master romance.
Apart from multiple roses, Lachie's offerings this year included a custom poem – what ewe wouldn’t swoon at that effort?
To My Ewe
Her renaissance ruff of wool
concealing strands of hay.
Her throaty bahh when food appears
makes my lamby heart sing.
Legs that move at rapid pace
a pretty little Suffolk face.
No tail, but a rounded waist
When I met you, it was surely fate.
My Suffolk ewe knows no hunger
She dines on an array of delights.
Roses are her favourite treat,
Although there is not much she will not eat.
Lady Layla if you will
Accompany me to the Hay Hut
It would be such a thrill
To spend my time with ewe.
He also got matching bows so everyone would know they were a couple, and arranged a feast at the Hay Hut.
"My pretty little Suffolk ewe.
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bahhhh."
For those who did not have a Valentine this year, or forgot, Lachie shares his advice for wethers/rams regarding the big romantic occasion:
- Don’t forget!
- Plan in advance. If you forget, wing it/improvise/pray/ask your Mahh for help.
- Know what flowers your ewe likes to nibble.
- Get hold of those flowers. A picture of them is apparently not good enough (nor is a gardening magazine).
- Offer said flowers and hope they like them. If not, return to the florist or garden and find some she does like.
- Be prepared for her wanting to share meals. Try not to disagree (it’s only for one day).
- Try not to stuff it up like last year. If you do, there is always next time (if she hasn’t run off with the ram next door).
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Bahh!
Lachie & Layla xo
*Images are lower resolution that normal due to a certain wether slobbering on our good camera's lens and Layla being wary of the tripod. We resorted to using an iPhone (and held it out of Lachie's reach).
