Not Really A Farm...
But we used to have sheep.

I was young and innocent treating all the lambs as pets thinking the only use for sheep for wool (I was only 4 or 5).

I helped feed the lambs and was able to pet and stroke them. I was so happy I even had my 2 favourites Larney and Barney.

All was well till a few started "running away" but hey as long as my 2 stayed nearby.

Sunday dinner, my Granda and my uncle were up with myself and my Ma. Tucking into lovely meat when my Ma said "This is lovely meat, where did you get it" Note that she in her finite wisdom was trying to protect me from the knowledge that i was earing lamb. My Granda wasn't so subtle.

"Up in the field, we just don't know if it was Larney or Barney though"

Bastards
(Samantha Bricks Better half done a poo on, Thu 24 May 2012, 13:45, 1 reply)

Well, Clarice
Have the lambs stopped screaming?
( Pretender, Thu 24 May 2012, 14:02, closed)