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The view out my kitchen window

Lambs 2014, here at last. We’ve seen them in other parts of the county, but these are the first in our village.

This field — the one visible from my kitchen window — always has rams in it, so it’s a treat to have ewes and lambs to look at.

Not so cool to have ewes and lambs to listen to. They mehhhh at each other all night long.

Good weekend and happy lambing, all!


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: April 4, 2014, 11:34 pm

First thought: mint jelly.

Comment from QuasiModo
Time: April 4, 2014, 11:38 pm

Cute!…have a nice weekend!

Comment from Mrs Compton
Time: April 5, 2014, 12:09 am

I lurve the lambs!!! I would rather have mehhhhh all night long than worry when I let my dog out that an alligator will be sleeping in our yard.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: April 5, 2014, 12:28 am

Dear Mrs. Compton,

You need a bigger dog, and more than one of them.

Uncle Al
Sarasota County, very near the Myakka River

Comment from Deborah
Time: April 5, 2014, 4:17 am

Lambs! What a sweet view from the kitchen window. We’ll have fawns in another few weeks, which I’ll be able to watch from my kitchen window. If you surprise/scare them, they’ll bleat just like a lamb.

Comment from Mike C.
Time: April 5, 2014, 9:13 am

What we see out our kitchen window is birds, squirrels and chipmunks. And the occasional rabbit. The wife reports the hawk stopped by the other day, looking for lunch, which of course meant nothing else showed up for a while.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 5, 2014, 11:42 am

I want a geep! Holy shit, is that really possible?

Comment from jwpaine
Time: April 5, 2014, 3:44 pm

Somebody doesn’t know how to separate the sheep from the goats.

Seriously, tho, according to Wikipedia (from which all wisdom flows), it is possible. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheep%E2%80%93goat_hybrid

Comment from Mojo
Time: April 5, 2014, 3:47 pm

Like a mule. I doubt the Geep is fertile.

Comment from jwpaine
Time: April 5, 2014, 4:01 pm

Yeah… according to Wikipedia (again with the wiki!), the chromosomes don’t match up, even worse than between horses and donkeys.

Still… can’t help but feel like Wikipedia, et al, are punking us all with the whole “geep” thing.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 5, 2014, 7:07 pm

My mother had to explain Ogden Nash’s “In the world of mules/ There are no rules” to me. I never worked out: because they’re infertile.

But then, my mother also observed that birth control and the credit card hit society at the same time, opening up heretofore inconceivable hedonistic possibilities.

Comment from Mojo
Time: April 5, 2014, 9:51 pm

Interesting about the backcross producing a viable male with the right number of chromosomes. Is it always a male sheep and female goat that produces the Geep, I wonder?

Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: April 7, 2014, 2:20 am

Lambs with kazoos riding motorcycles. All night.

Comment from Deborah
Time: April 7, 2014, 5:04 am

Mickey Rooney died.

Comment from J.S.Bridges
Time: April 7, 2014, 6:26 am

Deborah has the right of it – reports are that ol’ Andy Hardy has, indeed, left the building for the very last time…

Bye, bye, Mickey, truly sad to see you go.

Comment from Drew458
Time: April 7, 2014, 8:18 am

Sheeps! And wobbly lambses! Awww.

We tell seasonal time around here by the turning of the animals. Right now the deer are in motley, going from grey to brown, and the geese are pairing up. That means it’s just slightly Spring. And after this past Winter, even “just slightly” is more than welcome.

Comment from BJM
Time: April 13, 2014, 1:48 am

I don’t know where to post this one and I hope you see it:

Wheelhouse. Yours.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 13, 2014, 11:54 am

Heh heh. Show chickens.

I have given chickens a bath. I have wiped Vaseline on their combs and wattles. These things have a practical value sometimes…

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