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 fast....so 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 again....so 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!