Meet the neighbours
When our new neighbours (or should that be bah-bours – see what I did there?) appeared, my first concern was obviously Bert. As you know, he lubs a lamb and these guys, as you can see, are literally the other side of our fence. He spends happy hours spellbound at the windows, whining quietly to himself about the unfairness of it all, but as long as we keep him on the lead and nobody leaves a door open, it’s all grand.
And I’m not saying they’re not entertaining: the little ones are adorable. They’re kind of like those things you had when you were little with a spring and a sucker: you stuck it to the table then you waited…and waited…and finally it would ping up into the air. They have enormous ping capacity and get some tremendous air too. They have a little run around, then realise they’ve lost their Mums and go hurtling back at full speed, using them as a sort of woolly bumper to help them stop. Their poor mothers get battered and jumped on, and that’s when they’re not breaking up little lamb fights with a quick head-butt to the ear.
We can see them out of the lounge window and I keep finding myself drawn to little pinging white lumps of fluff rather than what’s on the box. Scarily, as well, they seem to want to watch my telly too, and come right to the fence to have a butcher’s (oops, bad choice of word). No, my real problem is the noise. Have you ever heard a whole field of sheep? They’re the noisiest bloody critters in the world. The big ones sound like they’re doing the biggest, most revoltingly textured burp imaginable, and the little ones do high pitched machine-gun versions. Poor little #2, whose bedroom is nearest the field, couldn’t get to sleep last night for all the ‘meurgh’ and ‘beeeuuurrgghh’ going on outside. It’s worse if you’re in the garden – it seems to set them off, so I’ve taken to going out the back door and round to the other side of the house, both to minimise Bert/lamb contact and to shut the furry buggers up.
Country life, eh? And you lot worry about noisy hoodies and car alarms? Pah.
You really are turning into Clarice ……
also, why is it one sheep, lots of sheep, and monkey is also monkeys, not ies …. I have too much time on my hands !
Moon: Ohhh I just got that: gamboling/poker…very good. Sheeps just doesn’t sound right, though. My pet hate is polish/polish. How come Polish people are pronounced the same as polishing the floor. It should be pollish, obviously.
June: That’s the problem, they never bloody sleep! I swear I could hear them through the air vent when I woke in the night, like a little choir all gathered, belching loudly by the fence :0)
Isit: I know. It’s almost too much. I love a lamb chop, me.
Thrifty: Heh. ‘Sheep, like all wool-bearing animals, instinctively travel north, where it’s colder, and they won’t be so stuffy’ Ahh, if only Father Ted were right!!
Jen: Hmmm…lambs or UKTVFood? I’d pick lambs over most things but Ina Garten rocks!! x