It’s that time of the year when the fields are full of lambs all busy learning what they need to know in order to grow up to be successful sheep. Which boils down to eating grass, and working out what to run away from
Lambs: Aiiiieee! Mum! Save us! There’s a scary roaring flying monster in the sky!
Ewe: don’t panic, that’s just the fighter planes. We ignore those
Lambs: Oh nooo! There’s a man, a scary man! With a black and white wolf! In our field! Run away!
Ewe: don’t worry that’s just the nice farmer and his dog. He’s the one who feeds us and looks after us and gives us haircuts. And when you’re all big and grown he’ll come and round you up and take you off to, um, university. No need to be frightened of him.
Lambs: Oh, what’s that quiet wheeled thing whizzing past us on the road? That looks interesting, let’s have a closer look
Ewe: OMG*! Tis the cyclist of doom! We flee in terror from her! Run! Run away!
Which is why I don’t have any good piccies of lambs to illustrate this post.
*Because sheep totally talk like they spend all their time on the internet…
April 22, 2009 at 5:49 pm |
Here’s a suitable picture
http://thehomelyyear.blog.co.uk/2009/04/22/seriously-cute-5987935/
April 22, 2009 at 10:10 pm |
I used to think that sheep were stupid (getting stuck in brambles & having to be rescued before the fox comes round is a big clue) (them, not me).
But having had a pair of them run either side of my front wheel for a couple of hundred yards in perfect formation, before peeling off into their respective fields through all-but-invisible gaps in the fences, I’m not so sure now.
That’s why I never play cards for money with sheep. They act dumb but I’m sure it’s all an act.
April 22, 2009 at 11:17 pm |
The first few lambs I passed on my bicycle today were coming towards me quite friendly. The next field they were more scared and shot of to their mother.
April 23, 2009 at 6:01 am |
Sheep can be downright devious when they want to be. I’ll never forget one ewe on my mother’s smallholding who flipped the sheepdog over some railings. She dropped ten or twelve feet before slamming onto the concrete below. Amazingly, although she was knocked out and concussed, she was back on her feet in no time, though she kept her distance from the sheep after that.
A couple of years later, the same ewe did the same thing. Recovery was even faster, but the ewe got her heart’s desire: Fly ignored her ever after and would round up every single ewe, ram and lamb, but not the Dog Hater (as she was renamed).
April 23, 2009 at 6:17 am |
Sort of OT, but thought you’d like this :
http://annedroid-annedroid.blogspot.com/2009/04/joke.html#links
Black Tarmac and Concrete are arguing in a bar.
“I’m harder than you! I built the M1″ Said Concrete.
Black Tarmac retorts: “I’m harder than you, I built Heathrow’s runways.”
Just then the door bursts open and Black Tarmac and Concrete go quiet.
The barman notices this and asks them why.
“We might be hard.”, says Concrete, “but he’s a bloody cycle path
April 23, 2009 at 8:31 am |
This is even more cute:
http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/3629/roast-lemon-and-thyme-lamb
April 23, 2009 at 8:49 am |
There’s clearly more to sheep than I thought … (and yes, roast lamb mmmmmm, so perhaps the sheep are right to run away from me)
November 30, 2009 at 4:49 pm |
[...] not just the sheep I terrify, then. Really must get a bell on that [...]