My neighbour posts the most lovely photos on our village Facebook of Archie. He's grown a lot since she took him in, and looks very happy. He's often sitting in their front window, with the lace curtain draped around his face, like a bride. Apparently, he likes playing with small crusts of bread, scooting them around on their conservatory floor and posting them under furniture.
She's the best person to have found him, being professionally trained and an ardent animal rescuer. Her flock of sheep are all 'rescues'.
Archie has had his first injections, and it won't be long before he has to have what she calls his 'crown jewels' removed! Has to be done - entire male toms smell and get aggressive. They also roam far and wide.
MickeyPickey (aka Sam the Skull/Spirit) is visibly failing, but still spends most of his time on our front bench in the sun. He's twenty now and can't have too much longer. But he seems happy and likes to sit with me and be gently stroked.