There are times when I walk out with my camera and return frustrated because I think I haven't gotten any good shots at all (when I check later I can usually find two or three that are salvageable). And then there are times that the magic happens and I return with so many photos I like that I feel on top of the world. Such is photography!
This was one of those perfect evenings with a stunning sunset and some lambs who seemed to be in the mood to be photographed.
It had been raining heavily all day so everyone was soaking wet.
With Suckie and Nobby nowhere in sight, I walked up the hill with the four ladies.
Some wonderful lens flares.
To the top of the hill we travelled.
Margo always thinks she is best admired from a distance.
Pip was with us too, and returned from sniffing around bushes to say hello to Honey.
Rosie can make even weeds look glamourous.
Honey doing some posing.
And just like that the sun was gone.
As the four girls wandered off, Nobby spotted me and came over.
In those final months, he'd get this look in his eye - yes, that one - and I knew I could be in for trouble.
So I got out of there.
Nobby didn't understand why I was leaving when, according to him, I'd only just arrived.
Unknown to me, this would be Nobby's last Sunday evening with us. In reaction to the obvious danger Nobby was placing me in, I called the vet the following day and found out that there was nothing that could be done for him. On Tuesday he was off to the saleyard.
The perfect evening with my lambs.