You may remember that just before christmas I spent a few days lamb-marking. In what seems to be a trend emanating from urban centres and the Jerry Springer show, quite a lot of the ewes are very poor mothers. Indeed, some of them desert their young altogether, which means that they are farmed out to uncaring, exploitative foster parents such as myself. In this photo, for instance, you will see part of my vast army of underage gardeners hard at work keeping my lawn manicured and my trees trimmed. The one on the left appears to be somewhat recalcitrant. He should be working, not looking at the camera. Anybody know how to make mint sauce? I don't keep all of my charges slaving away under the hot sun. Oh no no no no. I keep some of them slaving away over a hot boiler. Here you see Lulu about to bring out another load of washing. Chubby little thing, isn't she? I may have to cut back on her rations. And water the lawn a little bit more often.
And if that doesn't make you go "Aaaah." then may I present, in the tradition of bumfights, laydeeez annd gemmen, iiit's..., kittenwars !!!!
"Dirkie had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb!" Very cute pictures though. From a female point of view, of course. I see your gentleman blogger has a different point of view! :)
Ranger, when it comes to meat, I have an Orwellian outlook; four legs good, two legs bad. Although I'll chew on a dead chook now and then. If it's ever been in a paddock, I'll eat it. Dollop, ever see a poll Dorset throw a chair? Theyt have a fairly hard time putting their front paws on their hips, too. Cant, "Dirkie had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb!" Indeed. With a little gravy, a little gravy, alittle gravy. Steve, actually some of them are Hard Yakkas. I have no brand loyalty.
You may remember that just before christmas I spent a few days lamb-marking. In what seems to be a trend emanating from urban centres and the Jerry Springer show, quite a lot of the ewes are very poor mothers. Indeed, some of them desert their young altogether, which means that they are farmed out to uncaring, exploitative foster parents such as myself. In this photo, for instance, you will see part of my vast army of underage gardeners hard at work keeping my lawn manicured and my trees trimmed. The one on the left appears to be somewhat recalcitrant. He should be working, not looking at the camera. Anybody know how to make mint sauce?
I don't keep all of my charges slaving away under the hot sun. Oh no no no no. I keep some of them slaving away over a hot boiler. Here you see Lulu about to bring out another load of washing. Chubby little thing, isn't she? I may have to cut back on her rations. And water the lawn a little bit more often.
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Hmmmm... I don't know about mint sauce, I but I love lamb chops!
"Dirkie had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb!"
Very cute pictures though. From a female point of view, of course. I see your gentleman blogger has a different point of view! :)
Fantastic cultural photo of all navy blue can't tear 'em (ringer's uniform) shirts on the line.
Ranger,
when it comes to meat, I have an Orwellian outlook; four legs good, two legs bad. Although I'll chew on a dead chook now and then. If it's ever been in a paddock, I'll eat it.
Dollop,
ever see a poll Dorset throw a chair? Theyt have a fairly hard time putting their front paws on their hips, too.
Cant,
"Dirkie had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb!"
Indeed. With a little gravy, a little gravy, alittle gravy.
Steve,
actually some of them are Hard Yakkas. I have no brand loyalty.
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