That's Buttercup on the right in our back yard a couple of weeks ago. She was a birthday gift from Donna about 12 years ago now and despite being fed every day by one of us we can still tell she would kill and then eat us if she had the opportunity. I find that ironic because legally we could kill and eat her but we don't. That sourpuss look on her face has earned her the affectionate nickname, "Bittercup."
Also in the frame and very nearly blocking out the sun is Milagro, the sheep that eats every minute of every day always. She that is affectionately known as "Fatass."