Wishing everyone a happy Easter and Passover. Spring seems to have arrived, certainly in our part of the world. The smell of sheep is in the air and up our noses and everywhere else it can cling to.
A Local Town
We had to pop to one of the towns local to us on Good Friday. I won’t mention which town it was, it wouldn’t be fair. Like most larger towns in this area, it has a livestock market which is usually held on a Friday. I’m not sure if it was because the weather was so nice and there was very little wind, but the stink was horrendous! Wherever you went, the smell lingered with you. A very ‘sheepy’ sort of smell. (Say that 3 times as fast as you can.)
I Know Very Little
My knowledge of sheep is very limited. In fact, I know nothing at all about them except that they tend to follow each other. They can also be useful for counting when you’re finding it difficult to get to sleep! I’m assuming that when they are herded together, shoved into a transporter and carted off to the unknown, it must be scary. Then, offloaded into a market arena with maybe a thousand other sheep I suppose the fear factor can take over. Hence, lots of sheepy pee.
You can’t help feel sorry for the woolly animals. The fields by us are filling up with them, so, I hope that’s where most of them went from yesterdays market. We were going to call into the cafe for a pot of tea, but as it was Good Friday, it was closed. I’m pleased really as I wouldn’t have enjoyed a cuppa with that pungent smell in the air. I suppose the people who live there are used to it. A bit like living next door to a tyre factory, or under the flight path of a large airport. My Dad always used to say, ‘If you put up with something long enough, you eventually get used to it!’
When I got home, I went for a walk around the country lanes for about a couple of miles. Fresh air, wall to wall sunshine and lots of sheep. They were as happy as sheep can be. Some were sheltering under the hedgerows and others chomping away at the grass. No stinky sheep here, thank goodness. I wished them all a happy Easter and carried on my way.
Wikipedia page about our woolly friends.