Having spent a hard week ministering to the walking wounded, I was eager to spend some time communing with nature and recovering my perspective on the world.
So this weekend I have been mostly disturbed by....
- the suicidal sheep who decided to birth her twin lambs in the middle of the road.
- the oyster catchers who are busy building their nests in the dry river bed, ignorant of the fact that as soon as it rains the water will torrent off the hills and they will be swept away.
- the wrens who are nesting in our neighbour's soon-to-be-lit bonfire.
- this orgy of bacchanalian proportions in our water trough, which, frankly, disturbs me in a way I can't quite fathom.
Photographed by brave Badger
5 comments:
Argh, those frogs could teach us something about guilt free sex ... though obviously it would be a rather slimy thing.
The lower end of the evolutionary chain doesn't seem to be blessed with good survival of the fittest instincts up your end of the dale.
Down my end, they know there place, though that's mainly wrapped in cellophane in Waitrose.
I know what you mean. It just looks DIRTY. I know it's supposed to be healthier not to think of such things as being dirty (though with this being about frogs shagging and not human beings then I think I'm ok in that respect), but that was my immediate thought upon seeing the picture.
Still I suppose it's the opposite to all the other creatures who sound like they've got some sort of death wish in common.
Oh Ms M! I am filled with existentialist angst.
I may have to invent a whole religion just to make myself feel better about the futility of the struggle to survive.
It's the oyster catchers that really get me.
It's clear that the sheep mummies around here just aren't taking their custodial duties seriously. I believe this lends support to my excellent plan to hand raise all the lambs in the village in our living room. Don't you?
As for the frogs ... I share your dis-ease. It's got that car accident can't-look-away-but-don't-want-to-see quality. Yuk.
Actually, how many oysters are there actually in t'Dales to be caught?
As for Stray's cunning lamb plan, what would they do with those yummy smells coming from the kitchen, and what would they do with poor Ruby?
My darling Bobo, I promise you I have absolutely nothing to learn from froggy threesomes. Nothing at all. Ever. And If I ever see them wrapped in cellophane in Booths, I shall steer a wide berth. I know what they get up to....
Hey trousers, yes - totally and utterly filthy. Frpggy threesomes do not look inviting. We even have a dead one in the grass now, so enthusiastic have they been with their froggy loving. Didn't Badger take a fab photo, though?
Hey lovely Stray,you win - hand rearing the lambs it is honey. Bobo is right though- cute they may be but it doesn't stop me from wanting to cook them at some point in their development. Is there something wrong with me?
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