Robin loves to get right in my face. But as soon as I try to pull some of those sticky plants from his wool, he takes off. At least now if I slowly put out my hand he’ll sniff it to see if I have anything for him to eat.
I’ll keep working on it. Maybe someday he’ll trust me enough to scratch his back and pull weeds from his wool.
Robin looks like such a character…he always makes me laugh! 🙂
That’s a wonderful thing Fran. He does have a great smile.
Oh goodness! Such a great shot and sweet face!
He is his own sheep Barb.