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Before a rain storm Cows and sheep will huddle together seeking comfort


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An Australian poem. 

The sun was hot already – it was only 8 o’clock 
The cocky took off in his Ute, to go and check his stock.
He drove around the paddocks checking wethers, ewes and lambs, 
The float valves in the water troughs, the windmills on the dams.

He stopped and turned a windmill on to fill a water tank 
And saw a ewe down in the dam, a few yards from the bank.
“Typical bloody sheep,” he thought, “they’ve got no common sense, 
“They won’t go through a gateway but they’ll jump a bloody fence.”

The ewe was stuck down in the mud, he knew without a doubt 
She’d stay there ’til she carked it if he didn’t get her out.
But when he reached the water’s edge, the startled ewe broke free 
And in her haste to get away, began a swimming spree.

He reckoned once her fleece was wet, the weight would drag her down 
If he didn’t rescue her, the stupid sod would drown.
Her style was unimpressive, her survival chances slim 
He saw no other option, he would have to take a swim.

He peeled his shirt and singlet off, his trousers, boots and socks 
And as he couldn’t stand wet clothes, he also shed his jocks.
He jumped into the water and away that cocky swam 
He caught up with her, somewhere near the middle of the dam. 

The ewe was quite evasive, she kept giving him the slip 
He tried to grab her sodden fleece but couldn’t get a grip.
At last he got her to the bank and stopped to catch his breath 
She showed him little gratitude for saving her from death.

She took off like a Bondi tram around the other side 
He swore next time he caught that ewe he’d hang her bloody hide.
Then round and round the dam they ran, although he felt quite puffed 
He still thought he could run her down, she must be nearly stuffed.

The local stock rep came along, to pay a call that day.
He knew this bloke was on his own, his wife had gone away 
He didn’t really think he’d get fresh scones for morning tea 
But nor was he prepared for what he was about to see.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief at what came into view 
For running down the catchment came this frantic-looking ewe.
And on her heels in hot pursuit and wearing not a stitch 
The farmer yelling wildly “Come back here, you lousy bitch!”

The stock rep didn’t hang around, he took off in his car 
The cocky’s reputation has been damaged near and far 
So bear in mind the Work Safe rule when next you check your flocks 
Spot the hazard, assess the risk, and always wear your jocks!



It is a foolish sheep that makes the wolf its confessor.


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Cha nee tra ta’n cheyrrey gee yn ouw to cheet r’ee.

“It is not when the sheep eats the march-penny it tells a tale”

(literally, “it comes to her”)-

i.e., The result of evil-doing is not always apparent at first.

The ouw is a slow poison.


A house has the character of the man who lives in it.

~ Egyptian


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“You don’t have to stop thinking and asking questions to believe in God, child. If He’d wanted a flock of eight billion sheep, He wouldn’t have given us opposable thumbs, much less free will.”

― Hillary Jordan, When She Woke

A lazy sheep thinks its wool heavy.

(English proverb)


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“Look up at the sky. Ask yourself, ‘Has the sheep eaten the flower or not?’ And you’ll see how everything changes…
And no grown-up will ever understand how such a thing could be so important.”

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince