Saturday, 29 August 2015

Sheep talk.

This morning I am going to a small village inland from here...the congregation is of farming stock rather than fishing...I always enjoy visiting there and chatting afterwards the talk is often of sheep. Two of them have pets rescued a few years ago when the ewes failed to nurture their babies for various reasons...

One of them has more than one adopted lamb, now grown into large sheep which live quite happily in her long back garden. So it's going to be an uncomfortable conversation this morning . A visitor yesterday brought me a half shoulder of lamb with instructions to get it cooked it's going into the oven before I set off. I am about to cook my first roast dinner for eighteen months!

The newly butchered meat looks horribly bloody....and sits next to a row of neat ready dinners. It's a nudge from somewhere to start cooking proper food I will!

I just hope that nothing dreadful has happened to any of the pets.

I know I am far too soft about these things....I lack the hard nosed attitude which is needed by farmers.

When I lived in North Wales the cries of the mother sheep after their lambs had been taken away from them upset me every year and lamb went off the menus for weeks!

This mornings burnt offering was not someone's pet I'm told...

I enjoy lamb mostly....I just can't eat anything that once had a name!



  1. Back in the1940´s and 1950s in Cornwall, we used to keep chickens which all had names. The eggs were important, and the meat was very welcome when they stopped laying. We use to keep a couple of cockerels as well, and one was always reserved for Christmas dinner.

    1. Our next door neighbours kept hens....but the early morning cock crow drove us all mad! But I enjoyed the eggs when they arrived still warm!

  2. There is someone near me in Porchester who has a cockerel which tries to crow (VERY badly) all day. Sounds like it has a sore throat.
    I am anticipating my first noise nuisance complaint from an annoyed resident hourly. :-)