Me and the missus went out for a walk today, near the East Lancs at Glazebury where the Easter Island head is set up in someones back garden.
Anyways, we got into the big field, and unlike last year, it had a large number of sheep in it. So we headed off around the perimeter, and I started to pay attention to something I never noticed before, a bunch of trees in the middle of the field.
So I explains to mrs EO, a lot of these old ponds are actually the remnants of open cast neolithic flint mines. Nowadays, they are perfect habitats to frogs newts insects and a whole load of other stuff. 'ok she says, lets go and have a butchers'
So we walked over, and we noticed tha a bunch of sheep did not run away. strange. we headed around towards them, and we heard one poor bleating wreck, but couldnt work out where it was. As we got closer, the sheep legged it, and we could see that they had been protecting their mate.
It was tangled up in the barbed wire, in a pitiful state.
She refused to leave it to die. gawd bless her
so we spent half an hour releasing the poor thing
Anyways, we got into the big field, and unlike last year, it had a large number of sheep in it. So we headed off around the perimeter, and I started to pay attention to something I never noticed before, a bunch of trees in the middle of the field.
So I explains to mrs EO, a lot of these old ponds are actually the remnants of open cast neolithic flint mines. Nowadays, they are perfect habitats to frogs newts insects and a whole load of other stuff. 'ok she says, lets go and have a butchers'
So we walked over, and we noticed tha a bunch of sheep did not run away. strange. we headed around towards them, and we heard one poor bleating wreck, but couldnt work out where it was. As we got closer, the sheep legged it, and we could see that they had been protecting their mate.
It was tangled up in the barbed wire, in a pitiful state.
She refused to leave it to die. gawd bless her
so we spent half an hour releasing the poor thing
Freezer now full, is it?
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