Ramasees The Ram

Luv'ly day isn't it. Just breathe in all that fresh Welsh air. The suns a shining, there's a gentle breeze a blowing everthing is...just luv'ly, so it is. Whats even better to my mind is...today's the day that Ramasees the ram comes to stay with us for a month or so. He has very important business to do. Here comes the trailer now. We girls poke our noses as far through the gate as we can to get a better look. Farmer Jones and another man help Ramasees to get his crayon thingy strapped to his belly.

Let's start with yellow

"Looks like a bloomin' medal, so it does." says Bronwyn, pushing through to the front of the gate. Bronwyn is my best friend, so she is.
Gwladus bleats in my ear, "Wonder what colour he's wearing this year ? I hope it's pink."
"Don't be stupid." says I, "we had that colour last year so we did. I hope it's purple like that thistle in the hedge at the bottom of the field." 
"Baa-Argh! Oh no it's plain yellow look you," baa's Snowdrop. 
Ramasees the ram looks awfully pleased with himself no matter what colour he's wearing this year!
Farmer Jones whistles Fly to move us sheep away from the gate. So reluctantly we sheep go running off, but not too far, to the corner of the field like, and Farmer Jones allows Ramasees to go through the now open gate, into the field where we are.

"Hi girls," smirks Ramasees, "Who wants to be first ?"
All we girls can do is giggle like...like a flock of silly sheep, see.
Myfanwy saunters up to him and lisps,"Remember meeffth." and flutters her eyelashes at him. She continues, "I doofth so like your hornsffh. Sowffth huge anffth curley.

I'm all yourffth--(yellow arrow points to little black book!

"How can I forget you erm, Myfanwy isn't it ?" He looks in his little black book. It is full of names. "Ah! yes you speak very..."
"Eloquently."interrupted Myfanwy.
"I was about to say, how can I put it, different, from the others here." noted Ramasees winking his eye at her.
Seems she's ready for love, so off they go to the bottom of the field for a bit of hanky-panky. Oh! here they come back now thought I. That was quick!
Next we see Ramasees whispering into Grace's ear. Grace later told me he was whispering sweet nothings or such ? Oh well, that's another one who's fell for his charms, but I won't, so I will.
"Help, I'm going weak at the knees."exclaimed Angel. Yet another sheep succumbs to Ramses's charms.
There, leaning on the gate is Farmer Jones and his long-suffering wife. I hear Farmer Jones say to her, "Should get some nice lambs in about 5 months don't you think dear?"

There he was...GONE!

And so it goes on like this for another month, until every ewe had a crayon mark on their backs, so it did. Hang on. Not everyone had the same colour on their back. Some had yellow, and when the colour ran out there was orange and others had blue. I turned to look at my luv'ly blue mark on my back. 
"Who's next ?" grinned Ramasees.
But there are no more takers up on his offer. Not here anyway. I hear Farmer Jones saying "he's done his job"...whatever that was as I didn't see him doing much.
Well one morning we saw Ramasees back end going through the gate and back into the trailer he had come out of...and there he was...GONE!...so he was.