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Note, if you will, the Paperwhite narcissi, lovingly grown by my own furry paws, placed just so ol’ stoaty gets a scent accompaniment to her gazing upon her birds and sheepses.

The tragedy?

Our patroness has almost no sense of smell.

It’s daytime. Don’t sheeps pass in the night?

I passed a sheep in the night once. Hoo boy! No more mutton nightcaps for me!

Hey, there’s a song I haven’t heard since Brokeback Mountain came out: “It had to be ewe!”

A recipe for Hedgehog Quich

Oh, that’s the ‘shrooms

last year’s baby ewes, too young to breed.

If you wanted to go all shepherd-geeky, you would call them “Gimmers” (so called, because they shed their middle two front teeth at a year).

How many are there? I count yan, tan, tethera, methera, pip, sethera, lethera, hovera, dovera . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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I saw the post and giggled softly to myself about the flowers in the window and then clicked to the comments and saw Uncle B beat me to the punch. I’ll go back to sulking in the alcohol after opening my W-2 and viewing how much I’ve contributed to the greater good and realizing that I still will have to write a check to pay for some more bastards.

I didn’t know juvenile sheep had front teeth! I mean, uppers. I thought sheep just had lowers and a dental pad at the top.

The difference is apparently whether the animal uses its lips to choose the best fodder (horses, which definitely have uppers), or their tongues (sheep, camels, which don’t). Protecting the delicate mechanisms, or something.

A weasel, you say?

I didn’t know juvenile sheep had front teeth! I mean, uppers. I thought sheep just had lowers and a dental pad at the top.

Right. It’s the ones in the middle of the front on the bottom (there’s a hole, there’s a ho-ole . . .) that they lose at a year.

The next year they shed the ones lateral to those, then lather, rinse, repeat until at the age of four, they’ve replaced all their incisors. But yeah, bottom teeth and a dental pad are all they have in front — tops and bottoms at the back for grinding, of course.

I’ve never heard that about the reason, though it makes perfect sense. Now you’ve got me curious — shall have to watch the baa-baas at their hay tomorrow! (No grass here — yours looks fantastic!)

And awwwwwwwwwwww!

Yeah, that ewe looks young. And you got the stupid part very right. Sheep exist solely to make horses look smart.

And turkeys do the same for sheep.

You must be a shepherdess, Mrs. Hill. A naughty shepherdess!

Okay, I made up the naughty part because it sounded exciting.

I’ll take “naughty”! Much kinder than a lot of other things (“obnoxious”?) that would be closer to the truth! And “shepherdess” is flattering as well, since my ‘flock’ is all of 26 strong at the moment — yup, a “sheep geek” is more like it.

Did I mention that I am in complete agreement with Weez on the slim chances of Jeopardy! being won by a sheep?

Now, I’m going to sit back and think about a naughty shepherdess. heh-heh…….

We’re poor little Lambs who have lost our way. Bah Bah Bah.
We’re lost little sheep who have gone astray. Bah Bah Bah.
Gentleman songster off on a spree.
Damned from here to eternity.
God have mercy on such as we.
Bah Bah Bah.

“Note, if you will, the Paperwhite narcissi…”

Standing up unaided! How’d you do it? Ours flopped over when they reached that length.

Invisible stake? Viagra?

MCPO, Is that a song the navy sings when their ‘ boat’ drunkenly takes a wrong turn and gets lost?

S. weasel, I think that’s the first use of actual color on your blog (at least that I have seen) in the image of the sheep. Has Obama actually brought hope and change to Southern Britain? Have you spotted any unicorns yet? Mine was promised but has not yet arrived.

Hmmm… I’ve never had any do that, JuliaM, but I have had it happen with hyacinths. My experience with those makes me wonder if it’s when they are grown a bit too warm?

To say our kitchen is cold would be taking traditional British understatement a bit far 😉

I occasionally put a bit of color in a comment thread, df. And I once slipped up on my old WordPress site and slipped a bit of color onto the front page. In general, though, my OCD holds.

porknbean – The song was a favorite of the men of the 8th Air Force stationed in East Anglia during WWII.

Ahhh, that’s probably it. Shouldn’t have put them on the shelf on top of the radiator .. 😉

That sheep is a girl. Earrings, duh.

*snort*

I once asked the GWC if he had any allergies. He said, yes, wool. He couldn’t be around sheep. They gave him a rash right below his belt buckle.

😉

Oh, and lovely paperwhites, Uncle B.

Short ghost story: I once worked at a hotel where the original owners had lived on-site. The owner’s wife loved paperwhites. She had died after the birth of the youngest son.
Every once in a while, the smell of paperwhites would overwhelm the lobby atrium, and of course, no paperwhites were growing anywhere on site.

Today I fed Baby Doll sheep – OMG, are they cute! Also fed llamas and deer and goats. You might be able to deduce that we took the twins to the petting zoo. Or that winter on the Cape is REALLY boring and I bought a bunch of animals for the living room.

Naughty shepherdess… yes…
What? Oh. Nothing.
Ahem.
God have mercy on such as we, indeed.