To paraphrase Fu Manchu ..."The World will hear from me again" ... well; maybe a dozen or so souls anyway ...
Lambing is now upon us.The first pair have arrived safely and we just await the onslaught to follow.
He-who-believes-he-should-be-obeyed, beset by doom, has developed a, rather irritating, twitch; is nursing the return of his ulcer and gloomily predicting the unleashing of demonic forces, in wooly form, sometime within the next month ....
Of course, there is one unassailable truth to lambing: It is finite. Nature will follow her course: We just have to acknowledge her superior talents and run with it. Each of the ewes must deliver ...it's just our job to do the best that we can to see their lambs safely into this world ... but, hey, these are sheep ... Kamikaze from birth ...
My stocks of 'Pepto Bismol' sit, smilingly, on the top pantry shelf ...
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