I arrived at work today to find a sick ewe in a pen in the shade for special attention after being spotted as looking a bit ill. She died, I am sorry to say.
I suppose she was shorn against the heat, but it didn't work.
Oh well, it happens. I carried on whittling away marble until she was chucked in the back of a pick-up as fallen stock.
I almost feel guilty about saying that mutton is so difficult to procure these days, but most of us eat meat. If I had any animal as a pet, I could not bring myself to think of it as food, even a sheep.
Are you auditioning for The Archers "I arrived at work today ....." ?
ReplyDeleteBrian Aldridge...
Delete...and the agricultural adviser this week was ....
Delete... a sculptor.
DeleteSheep are like hens ...they are either well or in intensive care
ReplyDeleteIt seems that way. I hear they have a lot of problems with their feet.
DeleteAnd sheep will bite you, too. Inconsiderate as pets.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I have been bitten by a sheep but if it is anything like being bitten by a horse then I don't want to be.
DeleteShe looks very bloated, gas kills.
ReplyDeleteYes, I thought that. I have heard of sheep being deliberately punctured to release the gas, but they didn't try with this one. I wonder if sheep are capable of farting? I've never heard one.
DeleteI thought it too. Cows used to be punctured to release the gas but we also had a 'drink' we gave them from the vet to save them.
DeleteI was a city girl when I married my farmer husband and mistakenly named a steer Harry. When Harry became burger I was the only one in the family who could not eat the meat. 25 years later I eat a lot of the meat we raise, but never any of them that had a name. That's our rule here. If you have a name, we don't eat you.
ReplyDeleteAll the animals should get together and give themselves names for self preservation. One day they will present you with the list - if only they could write.
DeleteThat is indeed, very Orwellian.
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