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Photo credit to Uncle B. Pretty cool to stand in your back garden and take photos like this. But…ummm…his lens is longer. <koff>

That’s awesome. Some idyllic English countryside life you got there.

How did Badger get them to smile like that?

As the Tin Man said, “Well, that’s ewes all over!”
*ducks for cover*

Pupster – I told the the one about the weasel who….

(ducks and runs)

Yeah, we keep reminding ourselves how lucky we are. We’ve both lived in…less pleasant places.

Now, that is an interesting question, Pups. Have you ever noticed how many domestic animals seem to smile? Pets in particular. I have a theory that we have unconsciously bred for the characteristic over thousands of years.

Mmmmmmmmm……..lamb!

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I have a theory that we have unconsciously bred for the characteristic over thousands of years.

Yeah, ok. That sounds good.

Well, we didn’t breed dolphins — but I bet the smile is one reason we like them.

Oh, gosh…which scifi writer wrote the story about how they managed to build a fish-to-English translator device, and it turned out dolphins were the most foul-mouthed, ill-tempered assholes in the sea? Loved that one.

Baby mammals are (mostly) soooo cute!

Now I have the flying sheep skit from Monty Python running thru my head.

“Sheep are very dim.”

Alligators and crocs smile too. It’s a 50 50 shot.

Sheeps is shtoopit!

Awwww!

AWWWWW!

& liddlelamsiedaisies

How I love springtime!

Purty damned cute. All we have to look at, farm animal-wise, are chickens.

Sheep are cute but…ever seen “Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Sex, But Were Afraid to Ask?” They always remind me of Gene Wilder in an alley, drinking Woolite.

Beautiful photo!

A guy from New Zealand told me that they shear the moms before they give birth so that the moms will seek shelter and then the lambs have less of a chance of freezing.

“Oh, gosh…which scifi writer wrote the story about how they managed to build a fish-to-English translator device, and it turned out dolphins were the most foul-mouthed, ill-tempered assholes in the sea? Loved that one.”

That would be Douglas Adams!

Damn, that must be cool. Do the farmers deploy the sheep dogs to keep Wile E. away, while the little appetizers are vulnerable? There are still some predators left on that island, yes?

And the dogs have time clocks, right?

Quick! Someone call Mike Rowe and tell him that there are more lambs to castrate!!!

LOL

http://fora.tv/2008/12/12/Mike_Rowe_on_Discovery_Realization_and_Lamb_Castration

I don’t think they ever leave dogs alone with sheep, for fear of wilding.

Interesting, Elphaba — we’ve been contemplating getting a few chickens. Our garden is small, but I think it would hold two or three. Any advice?

> I don’t think they ever leave dogs alone with sheep, for fear of wilding.

What? The Ralph and Sam cartoons were based on a false premise? Damn WB.

They leave Great Pyrenese (sp?) dogs out with sheep when they are out on the ranges. The dogs serious f*** up preditors but also any thing else that gets to close to the flock. Like mountain bikers, hikers and hopefully hippies. They don’t trust any one except the shepards. Tough doggies. Big too.

and hopefully hippies

Good Doggie! Liver treats for you!

Gromulin:

Good Doggie! Liver treats for you!

Hippie liver treats! Serve yourself! Now that’s a good doggie!

The thing you have to remember about hens is that when it comes to, say, a chicken and mushroom pie, it is a toss-up which of the two main ingredients is stupider. You have to keep a constant eye on them. Let a single sprig of henbane sprout and they will peck it down to the ground, at which point you have a hutch full of dead chooks. If there is a way for a fox to get in, a fox will find it. Then you have a hutch full of messily-dead chooks. You need a cockerel on hand to keep ’em laying regularly (otherwise one of the hens will become dominant and stop laying) and those things make a racket you or your neighbours might not like.

But three laying birds and a cock bird will probably provide you more than enough eggs and when they stop laying at five or so, there’s either the soup route or letting them cluck out their twilight years. If you want, with a cock you can raise your own chicks although that’s a bit of extra work. They’ll happily live on kitchen scraps like potato peelings and bits of cabbage stalk plus a bit of grain (tip: save eggshells to grind up to put in their feed to give them back the calcium they need to make their own eggs.) If you let them out during the day and your garden is secure from doggy intruders and escaping chickens, they’re very effective at controlling pests like slugs.

You do have a sensible tweed skirt, a headscarf and some wellies, don’t you Weasel? If you’re going to be a transplanted countrywoman you have to look the part.

You always gotta make it about ewe, don’t you?

And can you imagine how nice they will taste with some mint sauce in the classic British roast dinner. My daughter is a self styled lambeterian after seeing them frolic in the fields (before fucking Neu Labour build their Marxist social housing over them) around our home in Sussex. Me and the missus just think of a nice dinner in the near future from locally reared lamb