"Yes. May I help you?"
I thought this might be a Herdwick, but I'm not very good on sheep so I did a bit of Internet searching and the face seemed right but the fleece was rather too soft and fluffy.
So, I consulted The Weaver of Grass and she said that she didn't think it was a Herdwick because the fleece should be coarser and black on top, but that the face looked right. She suggested that maybe it could be a cross breed; part Herdwick and part something else - which makes sense (unless you know better).
Weaver also told me that Herdwicks are not as common as they once were because their wool used to be shipped down to Kidderminster for use in the carpet industry; a demand which has subsided somewhat with the inclusion of synthetic fibres.
Maybe she's not looking at me at all. Is there someone standing behind me? I'll feel such a fool if I've been looking at her like she wants me when actually it's been someone else standing behind me all this time!
What ever it is, it posed very obligingly while I took several photos. I do love it when animals stop to stare and see what you're up to.
"Look! If you don't actually want anything, would you mind going away? Can't you see I'm trying to re-eat my dinner?"
But, looking at her carefully, she has that lovely thick fleece, all fluffed up, trapping the air and providing layers of insulation, but then it sort of stops and leaves those knobbly little legs sticking out and I have to wonder...
Don't their feet get cold?
Dropping in on Jenny Matlock and Alphabe-Thursday where the letter is J for 'Just lookin'