Photo-a-Day  (Wednesday, 16th March, 2022)

Have you moved to Wales, Mick?

I am the champion. Like a lot of sheep this time of year caked in mud ,some of them are that bad you cannot make out what colour they should be.

Is that a capped-off pit-shaft she's standing on? If so, she looks like she's just worked a shift down that pit!

'The sluttiest sheep in England
That never get their back ends docked , Who
Doctors their wormy coughs ? Maggots
Bring them down in quarry dead ends
And the fluke reigns .

They get by on the hill subsidy
Splash black faces of psychotic Mashams , possessed
By their demonic agates . They clatter
Over worthless moraines , tossing
Their Ancient Briton draggle tassel sheepskins
Or pose , in the rain smoke , like warriors .

Eyes of the first water
Stare from perfunctory near bald
Skulls of Iguana
Like eyes trapped in helmets .

This lightning broken huddle of summits
This god of what nobody wants
In his magnetic heaven
Has sent his angels to stare at you
In the likeness of beggars .'

Ted Hughes .

That thing will never get into Shangri-La Shevington in that condition. The scruffy Herbert will be over the border before you can say " Lamb chops"

We've had a flock of sheep capturing a bridge, we've got a lost sheep, the next sequence must be on the menu in a greasy spoon. Saddle of Lamb with all the trimmings?

Mick I think this is in Appley Bridge, the sheep is stood on a grid cover.

It looks like a S Ewe R portrait to me.

No Joan this sheep is in a field next to the rat run farm track that runs from Boars head posh houses to the Beech hill council estate, yes you are right it is stood on a grid cover.

Sheep can be cunning. We used to kings on the edge of Ilkley Moor. There were cattle grids to stop the sheep but they regularly turned up in people's gardens. Apparently they had learned the knack of lying down and rolling over the grids.

My daughter has them coming up to her door and looking in! There is even a "regular" that she calls "Doris"!

Ok you with the goatee beard, black framed glasses, and funny push bike.
What have you done with me front leg, can’t be that hard up for a Sunday roast.
How am I supposed to get to the Rams head now.