On a slightly different, but still sheep related note. I was cutting hay one year with flail mower, nice thick grass about 2' high, all of a sudden there's a sort of muffled whoosh sound and then a loud slapping noise. On investigation I discover one very minced sheep identifiable by the remains of the fleece wrapped around the drum. Belonged to next door. Bloody things can't even die in their own field.
Contract verge mowing for council, I've been through cardboard boxes full of glass bottles, endless cable offcuts left by electric and telecom workers and an old fashioned fully sprung mattress. That was fun, best part of an hour with bolt cutters.
Contract verge mowing for council, I've been through cardboard boxes full of glass bottles, endless cable offcuts left by electric and telecom workers and an old fashioned fully sprung mattress. That was fun, best part of an hour with bolt cutters.