It was a perfect summer afternoon. A light breeze wafted the smell of newmown hay across the fields and into my garden. The sun was still nice and warm, but not too fierce.
Some of the flock were wandering round the garden or eating the lettuce I'd put out for them. Titian and Maggie had settled down for a nice afternoon snooze.
And then that lovely peace was shattered! Fizz decided to take advantage of Maggie's torpor and give her a quick bonk before she could stop him. He leapt on her back, she shrieked, he fell off.
She leapt up, still groggy from sleep, and faced her assailant - who was a bit surprised at his situation himself. She gathered herself together and took a step towards him. He took one step back. Again she moved one step forward and he took another step back. When they performed the same sequence a third time, I was listening out for the strains of a Strauss waltz to come drifting across the garden.
But Fizz must have seen something in Maggie's eyes that told him this was no dancing matter. So he tootled off to see what Pom-Pom was doing.