Tag: sheep
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Why do sheep always face the same way?
It was almost a failure to post today. I have been at the National Trust property of Thompson’s Rigg near Dalby building leaky dams and sheep gates across Crosscliffe Beck. Sheep gates to prevent sheep from passing under the new fence where it crosses the beck and leaky dams to slow down the water flow…
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Hog in the fog
Yorkshire Fog that is, Holcus lanatus, although grasses are difficult to identify so I may have dropped a clanger here. No doubt someone will put me right. And it may well be a double clanger. A hog is a young sheep, one or two years old that hasn’t been sheared. Count as poetic licence. Back…
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Dances with sheep
A flock of Aireyholme sheep complete a short set piece of contemporary dance. Very niche. A carefully choreographed outdoor performance that is a joyful exercise in shape, rhythm and sound. But back to reality, another cracking day. Should we be worried? On this day last year, we woke up to a good snowfall with a…
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Busby lambs
First of the Spring lambs. These do look a week or so old. Near to Great Busby. Lambing is planned so that the best price is obtained when the lambs are eventually sold as a glut of lambs coming to market at the same time will mean a lower price. Some farmers in the south…
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Back of Cringley
Or Cringle Moor to give it its modern name. I prefer the old although an even earlier name was Cranimoor. A little-used path from the ruined farmstead of Clough up to Brian’s pond on Bilsdale Moor West. The stone from the buildings was used in the construction of Chop Gate village hall. A fate not…
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Blackarse sheep
Spotted near Coniston. You will have heard, of course, of blackface sheep, well these are blackarse sheep, a truly rare breed. Those were my first thoughts but then noticed the patches were of a material “sewn” onto the fleece. Ah, must be a sheep’s chastity belt. Hasn’t stopped the tups trying. A farmer fellow confirmed…
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A moorjock on Barker’s Ridge
Grazing below Stony Wicks, a scrappy sandstone set of crags at the head of Scugdale, this moorland sheep is oblivious to the eerie sight of the morning fog creeping up the dale from the Vale of Cleveland. Colloquially known as Moorjocks, this sheep is probably a Swaledale, said to be one of the mountain breeds…
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V-ewes of Roseberry
We’re art, a drove of sheep without a shepherd, and I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing. So where are you being driven? Nowhere! Then you must be a flock. And what big teeth you don’t have, for a wolf. No, we’re a hurtle or a trip making eyes at you, baa none. Why that’s…
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Lamb Jam on the Baysdale Road
Gathering the sheep. We had just overtaken the farmer working his dog. Not sure why though. The ewes were already shorn. Open Space Web-Map builder Code
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Fusedale
A new dale bagged. I’ve never been in Fusedale before, Not counting Howtown, of course, the hamlet at the foot of the dale on the shore of Ullswater. Fusedale’s sheep show no fear and never moved as I passed, just continued chewing, Open Space Web-Map builder Code