You know, something tells me that some of you readers out there are under the misapprehension that I have no time for Big Brother's sheep; that I don't cherish them as I ought; that I don't appreciate the work that's involved in rearing them; that I don't value them for the top class Blackface sheep they are.
I have no idea how you guys could have come to these conclusions.
I show you photos showing the
stupidity wisdom in working regardless of the weather.
And of how
dense intelligent these animals are - going just where Big Brother and Builder want them to go
(You see the two of them near the top of the photo? You'd never guess they were brothers, eh?)
I show you them prancing in the road in their newly
manicured pedicured feet. (I feel I should be stroking 'feet' out too. I'm sure that's not what they have, but I can't get the word...paws? hooves? Is it hooves?? I daren't go ask.... just how thick can a crofter's wife be?
I'd appreciate if none of you answered that, thank you)
And here they are looking lost when there really is only one road to follow.
And they're guys, so they wont be asking directions of anyone.
Well, enough of the past. You are now all convinced of my appreciation of these animals.
And, as for myself, well, I have to admit that on occasion ... it has been known to happen ... I do question BB on why on earth he would spend every spare minute of his waking life tending to his beloved
pets sheep; how on earth he can tell one from the other; and why he doesn't swap them for cows.
But today, I realised why
we he has sheep.
It makes it all worthwhile.
Apologies to any vegetarians out there. Maybe I ought to have posted some warnings at the beginning of the post like I did the other day.
On the other hand, I doubt any vegetarians drop by here. But if you do, er... you are most welcome. Honest.