A Wonky Goodbye
Wonky is nearly two years old now and on his second set of horns, after pulling his first off. He was born to a ewe named Roswell, unfortunately she produced no milk and so he ended up in a box in the boot room. He was a very demanding youngster and soon became a firm favourite opt most island staff and all island visitors.
He was named Wonky because he had an ear nibbled by his mum but it soon righted it self. He has spent his two years having numerous adventures across the island including helping out on Society working days, being rescued off the cliffs by a RIB and trying in vain to gain access to the agri-shed and farmhouse. He has left the island no due to the upcoming Winter closure.
Good luck in your new home.