Our neighbours are bottle feeding three lambs. The trouble with this is that they are as tame as a cat or dog.
I was making myself a nice cup of coffee, when I heard something behind me. The three lambs had left my neighbour's garden, crossed our orchard and skipped into my kitchen.
My dog was a surprised as I was; she attempted to round them up, but one head butt from the male lamb sent her running for cover.