These two little woolly freeloaders have decided that the hay feeder isn’t just for eating—it’s for living. Apparently, when you’re a lamb, nothing says “home sweet home” like lying smack in the middle of your lunch. They’ve tucked themselves in there like a pair of cozy dinner rolls in a bread basket—content, warm, and completely oblivious to the concept of “sharing.” Honestly, I can’t even be mad. If I could curl up in my food supply and call it a day, I might do the same, especially a big pot of chicken and dumplings. Those biscuit fluff balls have always looked so comfy.
They look downright pleased with themselves too—those innocent little faces saying, “What? We’re not eating it. We’re just keeping it warm.” Meanwhile, the rest of the flock is probably glaring at them from the sidelines, wondering when it’ll be their turn to dine without the bed-and-breakfast crowd hogging the buffet.
And before anyone starts worrying that I’ve been feeding my chickens steroids, no—your eyes aren’t deceiving you. That hen in the foreground isn’t some mutant poultry escapee from Jurassic Farm. It’s just a classic case of camera perspective. She’s closer to the lens, giving her that “giant chicken” look. She’s not auditioning for Attack of the 50-Foot Chicken, I promise.
The lambs, for their part, aren’t tiny either—they’re just tucked into their hay bunk like a couple of farm-raised hobbits enjoying a second breakfast. They’re perfectly healthy, happy, and already developing that fine sheepish art of looking adorable while making a mess.
It’s moments like this that make life on the farm such a comedy show. Every day, you find a new example of animals doing what animals do best—turning practicality into pure mischief.
Life on the farm… where scale is a suggestion, personal space is optional, and dinner might just be taking a nap in the salad bar.
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5 comments:
When I was growing up, every summer we would go to visit my grandparents. In that town, on July 24th every year (pioneer day) they would have a mutton fry. Mutton is so greasy, and has such a strong flavor, that it has ruined my taste for lamb. Those two little fellas can rest peacefully when I'm around. :)
It depends on the breed of sheep. Hair sheep, such as Katahdins, have a VERY mild flavor both as lambs and as mutton. The strong greasy flavor comes from the lanolin in the fleece that gets into the meat. The older the lamb/sheep, the stronger the flavor. Hair and shedding sheep such as Katahdins and Dorpers don't have fleece and lanolin so it doesn't give them a strong flavor. It also depends on how they're raised. Mine are totally grass fed, no grain, so they don't get fat. Don't cross all lamb off the menu till you've tried these breeds, grass-fed. I don't like most lamb either, but Katahdin and Dorper lamb, and mutton, is the best. All my customers say the same - they've got relatives who hate lamb/mutton but when they eat what my customers buy from me they quickly change their minds. Many have called me to order their own.
They are so sweet. Just adorable.
Lambs are so cute
I had a friend growing up that raised chickens
one of them laid a HUGE egg
and she named that chicken 'Horse'
it made it to the newspaper with a picture of the egg
maybe Horse was related to Godzillachicken (o:
I have to admit I do love lamb........I just try not to associate the meat at the butcher's with the beautiful babies
hmmmmm that does seem kind of hypocritical, huh?
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