Ed Has a Little Bottle-Fed Lamb

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    1. Indeed they are. Fashion Forward to the hilt… aw thanks. Ed is. I forgot to mention how his wife and he were quintessentially cute. At the end when we had been chatting for some time, it being a holiday and because I did not want to hold them up for long, I had said: “Well we should not be interrupting your holiday, hope you shall have a lovely day.” They said: “You too”, turned abruptly and walked off. That sight of them walking away warmed my heart because they were two proud people who did not want to overstay if you know what I mean. I quite wanted to run back and give them hugs. But weirdness might flip a Cornish farmer and his wife out, so I had to keep myself where I was.

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  1. Oh, these must be the lambs that you guilt-tripped your husband about eating 😉 They are very cute. I have never seen sheep placenta, though I have seen buckets and buckets of pig placenta. Mixed in with the obligatory still-borns. And maggots and flies. And the stench. Sorry, I got a little side tracked. Cute lambs!

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    1. I am not going to scrunch up my nose and say ewe (because that is the theme of the day ;)), but new-born piglets squealing away must be adorable (that is if they can find their voices so soon). And yes, you just got it. That bottle-fed baby we gingerly petted one day is the one I guilt-tripped Adi about. Worked 😉


  2. This looks like an amazing way to experience Bruges. It seems like the vet- farmer combo is a common one. I grew up on a dairy farm with a veterinarian mother and farmer father, and now my brother is taking over the family farm along with his wife who has just graduated from vet school! Your post reminded me of growing up in the country side surrounded by animals and the daily unpredictable excitement of farm life. We often had to drop our plans to help my mom and dad roll a cow over who had gotten a twisted stomach. (The easiest way to untwist a stomach is to roll the cow in the direction opposite of the twist, solving the problem without surgery… easier said then down when working with an animal the size of a cow), or search for a missing calf.

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    1. That was fascinating, Lingyun. It must be so wonderful to live in harmony with nature as you did in your growing up years. The way you described the untwisting of the cow’s stomach gives me the shivers. You must have such a hoard of stories to tell and I am all ears. Good to have you back after a long time btw 🙂

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      1. Thanks! I’ve had some exciting life events that have kept me from the blogging life for the past little while, but I’m happy to be back! One of them is I’m expecting a baby boy in September! I likely should blog about some of my farm life stories sometime… On top of the farming stories, my mom liked to bring home rescue animals, so we always had a house full of excitement.

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      2. Gosh that is exciting news, Lingyun. Indeed big enough to keep you busy. May September come soon and bring a blooming smile upon your face. I like the sound of your family and your mother with her penchant for animal rescue. I would love to read about these experiences when you do post them. Take care xx


      1. That would be nice, however I only love adoring our furry friends from a distance 😉
        am a bit cautious when they are around me ..unlike my family who would never leave a chance to pet and pamper!

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      1. But I guess once you get there past the stings (he told me about one came to about an inch of his eye, yikes!) it might be quite an experience. I mean he has stuck with them bees after all.

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