I Misinformed Ewe

 I, a lady? I don't think so!

Yes, I did. RAMpantly.  In this post.

Some country girl I am, huh? Can't tell the difference between a ewe and a ram. Since the ewes are expecting babies, I thought both were really horny!   ;-)

The ladies were far off, across the road and they are, as of today, still expecting. I'll be going back to see if I can get any good shots of the babies.

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Ruby Tuesday

Ruby Tuesday is hosted by Mary at Work of the Poet

Thanks, Teach!

All of these lovely ladies were basking in the late morning sun, until I approached and then several grudgingly hobbled up to come check me out. I find out when we spoke to the gentleman farmer, that the ladies are all expecting in about two weeks. This is just 'round the bend from our house, so we'll go back to check out the babies. I'm curious about their horns.

Does a touch of ruby around the nostrils count? ;-)

If you'd like to play, click on the link at the very top of the post and check out what you need to do to participate. Great hostess, nice people, beautiful and interesting photographs and...fun. My life has not been bad lately or anything, but it's been not the least bit fun! How about you? How is the beginning of your week going?

Peace and all groovy things,
Pagan Sphinx

Martin Luther King, Jr. / Digital Poladroids / My World Tuesday

Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.

~Martin Luther King, Jr.

Portrait of MLK

Robert Shetterly

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THAT'S MY WORLD 

A second version

The photo above, in two versions, was taken in Greenfield on a very cold day last week, around 3:15. I was caught trespassing on a farmer's land as he was driving his truck up the icy driveway. I stuck around to introduce myself, even though my fingers were numb and I was ready to head home. The farmer was suspicious and not at all sure he liked the fact that I was taking pictures of his barn, his house and his land. Then, he smoothed out a bit and told me that the barn below had been moved from the pasture across the road to where it stands today. He raises happy, pasture-fed cows who become dinner for the local health and environmentally conscious folk of western Massachusetts. He talked to me about a lot of things, in fact. Each topic delivered in five-words or less. Then it was time to shake hands and say so long.

The one below was taken just outside of Amherst, Massachusetts, yesterday, near the Friends' Meeting House on route 63, heading north to Montague

The Secret Life of Sheep

Snow Waves


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