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Ladies and gentlemen, a lamb attacking a grey heron in a field of buttercups

You know, you guys, I would totally forgive you if you came to the conclusion I just sat around and made shit up. I labor myself under a constant feeling of, “wait, that thing that just happened. Did that just happen?”

I’ve posted about the Hungarian laughing frogs before. They’re not native; they were imported to the area in the Thirties, but they like it here just fine. They’re all over the south of England now, and in the early Summer, during mating season, they chuckle and cackle and make the place sound like a madhouse for a couple of months.

They also attract herons, like this bad boy. Our neighbor came over for tea (ugh, yes) and noticed him in the field next door. You have to stand and look through a gap in the hedge to see this field, so we all did that. And just as we did a lamb, for some unfathomable reason, decided he didn’t care for this snooty bird and went for him.

Uncle B was quick enough to get a few shots of it, this being the best. The outcome was disappointing; it just petered out listlessly. Worst steel cage match ever.

Happy to note, the heron was back today in the same spot, gigging frogs.


Comment from Sam Paris
Time: May 19, 2014, 10:30 pm

Nature, red in tooth and fluffy wool coat.

Heh, at least something eats the frogs. The really nasty invasive species seem to have no effective predators.

BTW, my Dick arrived, and is quite nice.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 19, 2014, 10:54 pm

Ah, congratz. I think I’m still about three dicks behind. I haven’t had a chance to cloister myself in my little workroom.

Comment from Deborah
Time: May 19, 2014, 11:05 pm

For awhile I had some great blue herons for neighbors. They were kinda skittish and stand-off-ish, but it was fun to watch them fish. Speaking of skittish, I have two fawns in my yard, which they think is their personal park and I should stay o-u-t. A cage match between the lambs and the fawns would be fun.

Comment from dissent555
Time: May 19, 2014, 11:24 pm

You SEE what bloodthirsty creatures LAMBS ARE!!

And such a clever disguise too.
Lamb chops for everyone!!!

Comment from Mike James
Time: May 20, 2014, 1:11 am

The frogs laugh. Do they still laugh when the heron comes? Or does the laughter turn into screams? Did you try to help them?

Tell me, Sweasel–have the frogs stopped screaming?

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: May 20, 2014, 2:11 am

Mister James – you, like many among us, misunderestimate the bravery of the Frogs

Comment from Mojo
Time: May 20, 2014, 2:41 am

That murderous lambiekins need to be introduced to some mint jelly…

Comment from dissent555
Time: May 20, 2014, 3:00 am

Indeed. Beware the lamb in lamb’s clothing.

Comment from Oceania
Time: May 20, 2014, 7:41 am

I should send Sweasel some lamb pics … especially …. The Hybrids.


Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: May 20, 2014, 7:48 am

I bet that the lamb is named Roger, and is actually trying to get the Egret to teach him to fly.

Comment from JC
Time: May 20, 2014, 7:22 pm

Just finished watching a Black Crested Night Heron in the back yard here downtown Houston. Get Peregrine Falcons, Ospreys, and Anhingas too.

Comment from tomfrompv
Time: May 20, 2014, 7:40 pm

Uh, nobody heard of “Timmy Time”? Really????

Its a UK children’s show, features a lamb named Timmy and a Heron named Harriet. Apparently its full of subliminal messages for the little kids.

I’m a little depressed I know this and nobody else seems to.


Comment from drew458
Time: May 22, 2014, 10:18 pm


No, never heard of it. But I followed your link and was amazed to find that Shaun the Sheep has his own TV show!! Over here, he only shows up to do mattress commercials. We get BBC on cable, but it’s woefully thin. Mostly just old Top Gear episodes, Downton Abbey, and Luther. And Broadchurch, and someday maybe new Dr. Who episodes. Someday. Sigh.

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