117. 07.05.2012 Little Orphan @.
Meet @. @ was abandoned when he was no bigger than a large ball of wool.
His mum, a mangle wurzel addict, was unable to cope and sadly rejected him. Poor little @ could well have nearly lost his short life. Luckily the farmer hand fed him through the precious first few weeks of his life and christened him @ with a blue aerosol on his back.
@ lives in a slate enclosed paddock on the hills above the Menai under the shelter of the Carneddau. He shares the field with four of his friends. Minty, Sauce, Rosemary and Leg of. All his friends are orphans too. They will never know their mums.
Despite the cruel and harshness of how life treated them, @ and his friends are happy now and spend all their time bounding about, jumping up and down on the spot, enjoying the sunshine and the views out over the sea.
We need your help though. To ensure that @ and all the other little orphans like him enjoy life to the full, we need your support. Please send £2.50, or whatever you can afford to Tim Shawcross. Remember, a lamb isn’t just for the spring, it’s for the Sunday roast as well.
Thankyou.
Anyhow, after descending from the hills to the farm where the plain flattens out to the sea, this cluster of lambs came running towards us, bleating their little hearts out thinking that we were the farmer. The first four came to look, coyly sniffed our hands but not recognising our scent kept their distance. This little chap however didn’t seem to care. He was desperate to get to us and didn’t want us to go. He loved being stroked and tickled and gave us little cheek buts like cats do when they want their ears tickled.
I wanted to take him home, but John wouldn’t let me. John is like that. Any avenue of potential pleasure and he puts up a road block.
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