Saturday, 27 April 2013

Twelve Legs of Lamb

Our neighbours are bottle feeding three lambs. The trouble with this is that they are as tame as a cat or dog.

I was making myself a nice cup of coffee, when I heard something behind me. The three lambs had left my neighbour's garden, crossed our orchard and skipped into my kitchen.

My dog was a surprised as I was; she attempted to round them up, but one head butt from the male lamb sent her running for cover.

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