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First lambs!

We saw the first lambs of the season on the way to the supermarket today. Well, the first lambs we’ve seen — there’s a farm in the back of beyond that always has the very first lambs, but we have to go out of our way to see them. These were just RIGHT THERE, like nothin’.

Not the ones in the picture up there, though. That picture is stolen from Middle Farm, a local open farm. They sell tickets for lambing. I can’t decide if that’s a very city thing or a very country thing to do. Their lambing starts April 1, like ours.

I bought my second two chickens from Middle Farm, a long time ago. And very excellent chickens they were, too.

But never mind that — LAAAAAMBS!

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Comment from Uncle Al
Time: March 20, 2019, 2:08 am

LAAAAAMBS!

Now, why does that make me think of Oprah?

 


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: March 20, 2019, 2:42 am

Any idea what the lambs were going to the supermarket for?

I’ve heard Little lambs eat ivy.

You know, Mary had a little lamb
Naturally the doctors were surprised.
But when Old McDonald had that farm, well
You should have seen their eyes!

One last verse…
Mary had a little lamb
She also had a bear
I’ve often seen her little lamb
I’ve never seen her bear

 


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: March 20, 2019, 3:20 am

Mairzy doats and dozy doats
And liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too,
Wouldn’t you?

 


Comment from MikeW
Time: March 20, 2019, 1:42 pm

You do know you’ve started something, don’t cha?….

Jack and Jill went up a hill,/
Each one had a quarter./
Jill came down with fifty cents,/
And Jack got more than water.

 


Comment from technochitlin
Time: March 20, 2019, 9:20 pm

Have they stopped screaming yet?

(Sorry, couldn’t resist…)

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 20, 2019, 10:03 pm

Heh. We never have to go through that, I’m happy to say. They do stop screaming in September (honestly, they make a hell of a racket) but they aren’t all taken to slaughter. The ones that aren’t go to Winter pasture elsewhere, so I don’t have to think the worst.

 

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