A morning of crutching, worming and toe-trimming. All the ewes should be at their best as they will be checked but preferably left untouched and unstressed for the next 21 weeks. Post pedicure and coiffure they moved into Long Lands, heads straight down into the green stuff.
I stank of wet sheep. The gates were opened, a feed bucket was waved encouragingly in front of the tup. It was raining, it was grey, I could hardly see across the field but Toy-boy didn't notice. He was a ram on a mission. Head held high, nostrils flaring, ignoring the feed but momentarily interested in my Eau de Ewe trousers, he sneered and headed for the real thing. He made his entrance. The sheep raised their heads from their breakfast. The crowd swallowed the star of the show. Sniff. Paw. Mount. Sorted.
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I like smell of wet sheep too. I like smell of wet dogs, wet chickens, and wet buffalo. Wet cows I not so keen on but wet goats, wet ferrets, wet rabbits I also love. I also like smell of wet pigs, wet horses, wet ducks and wet gooses. You have very good blog. Love. G.
And how was it for ewe?
it was an ash tree - you were right thank you!
Gabby - I don't know what Chippy is feeding you on, but you look fantastic for 64.
SM - it was most exciting!
Ziggi - there are so many of them here that I am more familiar with the self-seeding saplings than is really welcome. Pleased to be of service.
I eat white meat every day and grow my own chickens. I look good because I also exercise to keep sexy figure.
Phew…what a relief/release for toy-boy. So glad sensibilities drew a net curtain over ‘the act’!
He's still going great guns, Paula - hope he keeps it up without overstraining himself. He has 24 ewes to satisfy and they seem to me to be a fussy bunch.
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