>I worked a summer at my uncle's ranch. It was a sheep ranch. I will never forget it and never do it again. I love to eat lamb though and have no problems eating lamb since that time (other than the meat is more greasy). Sheep are stinky, mean, and will eat as much as you let them and will literally bloat and die. Part of the food chain.


Sounds like they try to turn themselves into living haggis! :-)

Did you hear recently about the British sheep that wasn't so dumb? It learned how to get over cattle grids by rolling - no bull.

I spent one Easter period on a farm in Ontario. The Macedonians came to do their own lamb slaughtering for their Easter feast. Part of the job was to squeeze all out of the intestines, so as to use them for sausages or whatever. Afterwards, the only sign that they'd been were these little wet, green, conical mounds all over the place.

I'd bottle-fed those lambs!

Still ate of the remainder though. Tasty!

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>>>>OK, I'll bite. What does this have to do with programming? Are you making some subtle derogatory comment? I'm kidding! ;)
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>>>In the hey-day of the city-wide "Caravan" I used to help out at the Sydney-Auckland Pavilion (aka the Tranzac Club) on Brunswick near Bloor.
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>>>One day, when me and another guy were "in charge" of the sheep (a sheep shearing demonstration was part of the show) one got away.
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>>>It went up the alleyway, up to Bloor, crossed Bloor and well up another street.
>>>Luckily, a guy walking his Sheltie (or whatever it was) was there and he unleashed his dog and the dog immediately got control of the sheep.
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>>>We got her back to the pens but didn't live it down for about 3 years.
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>>Jim;
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>>My wife loves Sheep. One summer at my uncle’s ranch cured me of liking Sheep. They do make nice wool and shish kabob though!
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>>I was in charge of getting the herd into the pen at 4 PM each day. This was a 350 acre parcel by the way. First, I would use one of the dogs and we would get the Sheep pointed in the right direction. I had the corral gate (about 15 feet wide) open and as the Sheep would approach the gate they would break left, right and some would go into the corral. The dog would get those that broke right and I took on the task of those that headed left.
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>>Every day it was the same routine. The Sheep had us well trained. From this experience I formed an opinion about Sheep.
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>>God put no animal on the face of this earth with less brainpower than the Sheep. The story about Jesus tending a flock of 100 Sheep is interesting. One of the Sheep left the herd and Jesus left the 99 to find the one. My comment to that is, when Jesus returned with the lost Sheep, he would have had 99 missing from the flock! :)
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>>Tom