Sheep can undoubtedly tell the time. However I fear their grasp of numeracy is in doubt. Number 39 is a good mother she has raised one fine lamb each year since 2014.
Here she is again this year — ‘This is my lamb!’
So, ’39’ whose is this?
This year she had twins which confused her — she knew they were both hers when they bleated or came close enough to smell — the trouble was she couldn’t count so when the second one went to sleep she’d wander off and forget it.
Thus it was that in the midst of a ferocious blizzard, I was seen running across the above field with a wriggling lamb under each arm, hotly pursued by an angry ewe, trying to knock me over sideways. Anyway, the penny dropped that I wasn’t trying to abduct them when I plonked them both in a nice dry pen where mum was happy to join them and start her crash course in remedial numeracy, we’re only going up to two this year and she’s picked it up already!
But then, we all make mistakes: meet 33’s lamb!