Working at the city farm on saturday, I leaned over the wall to stroke one of the sheep. A woman says to me "oh, that's a nice goat isn't it".
A couple of minutes later she asks me if the ram in the next pen is pregnant. When I replied no, he is a ram, I am informed that he is massive and must be pregnant.
Another person saw us trimming sheep's feet and thought we were abusing them!
And when telling one of my friends that Molly had started to lay, the conversation went something like:
Morgan: So are you going to eat her eggs then?
Me: Well, yes, of course.
Morgan: Urgh! But that's disgusting, I mean it came out of your chicken's arse!
Me: Well, where do you think eggs from the shop come from?
*long silence*
A couple of minutes later she asks me if the ram in the next pen is pregnant. When I replied no, he is a ram, I am informed that he is massive and must be pregnant.
Another person saw us trimming sheep's feet and thought we were abusing them!
And when telling one of my friends that Molly had started to lay, the conversation went something like:
Morgan: So are you going to eat her eggs then?
Me: Well, yes, of course.
Morgan: Urgh! But that's disgusting, I mean it came out of your chicken's arse!
Me: Well, where do you think eggs from the shop come from?
*long silence*