sheep shed

The Devil’s Carnival [Sentence Meme]

adjust pronouns and such as needed

  • “A rebel in Hell–how original.”
  • “Though those grapes look green hanging down from Heaven’s vine!”
  •  “Take only what you need? Well, I need it all!”
  • “Where is your little son lost, ___?”
  •  “Who’s a guy gotta mystify to get in on tonight’s action?”
  • “Need I remind you of the rules?”
  • “Our guests have arrived, sire.”
  • “Welcome to my gates, you gay and lucky souls!”
  • “You can’t help but fall for my humble hole.”
  • “I serve ordinary sinners and extraordinary ones!”
  • “Bring your brothers! Bring your fools! And daughters if you’ve got ‘em, they’re a lot of fun.”
  • “Bring the whole damn family cause my belly’s never full.”
  • “Run, little blind mice, scurry down the trail.”
  • “I’ve bedtime tales and fables for your greedy hearts!“
  • “How they end depend on how you play your part.”
  • “Unfortunately, how you played your part has got you here.”

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Observers by Alexandra E Rust
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Not all sheep are fluff and no face. Meet Margot. A Painted Desert Sheep in flashy chocolate coat. And no wool! She is a hair sheep and will shed on her own. Such neat sheep and have been raising them for years now.

This one is available to the right home, but just wanted to share something you don’t see very often. Wonderful breed, great sheep and tough as nails.

Genetics at their finest. And a little vanity for the human eye. Doesn’t hurt to be a looker and bad ass disease resistant parasite free wild dam with an eyesight that will catch you before you ever saw leave. A domesticated sheep is stunted and denied what nature intended sheep to be.

I try my best to fix that, but it can never be reversed. We can only do what we can to preserve wild breeds and keep them wild, free, and more than just a product for humans to consume. Because sheep are not stupid. They are very intelligent. It is domestication by humans that dulls their senses for the need of being easy to work with. 

A stupid sheep developed by greed is only as stupid as the idea to set back tens of thousands of years of natural selection back in a matter of a few hundred.

Margot wouldn’t have that at all. And she can out run you, your truck and jump a vertical six feet over your fence if she doesn’t like the scent of you. Good thing sheep don’t carry guns. ;)

I know of love and thunder
Of sweet things and anger
I know of warmth and cold beds
Of promises and bad ends.
I know of you like I know of me
And I know that not everything is rose pink
And I wish I knew that you’d be gone by morning
To spare my fool heart the torment
Of knowing your lips on my lips
And your skin against my skin
And your heart beating the same symphony as mine.
And be damned you
vile creature wearing the skin of sheep
For giving me the knowledge
Of what it is to love somebody
Just to leave
As soon as the storm comes
And damn you
Because no one will ever love you like I did
And know, creature,
That I loved you most in every cold night and dark day
When you’d shed your sheep skin
And create thunder
And swear to the gods
That you didn’t love me
When oh,
You did.
For I knew you
As I knew me.
—  P.R.  
Addressing the "wool is cruel" myth

Oh this one fires me up because this one insults every single fiber farmer out there. Sheep are not killed for their fiber. They are sheered.  This is like getting a buzz cut all over their bodies. Fiber animal, all fiber animals, are treated extremely well by fiber farmers.  There’s a sound reason for this.

A sick or injured fiber animal produces low quality fiber.  The fiber that grows during their healing time is actually so low in quality that it breaks and is unusable for anything other than mulch. This means that is by far and away in the best interest of a fiber farmer to take excellent care of their fiber animals.  It’s the best way for them to ensure a potential profit off of what is honestly, a very low profit business.

Are there jerks out there in the fiber industry?  Absolutely.  Find any industry that doesn’t have a few jerks.  However, I’ll give an example of what really happens in the world of fiber animals.  A lady I know is an extremely skilled breeder.  She hired a sheering contractor one year who came and, during the day of sheering, punched one of her rams.  Not only was he immediately fired and escorted off of her property, she called all the other fiber farmers she knew and had him blacklisted.  That bad, cruel sheerer lost all of his potential income for the season.  

If a fiber farmer treated their animals in the way that has been portrayed, then they would be financially ruined very quickly.  Again it goes back to fiber animals that are sick or injured produce low quality fiber.  So if a fiber farmer treated their animals like crap, then they would be producing fiber that couldn’t be sold.  The worst injury I have ever seen in all of the countless sheerings that I’ve seen is a minor knick.  Those things happen because sheering can be a lot like trying to get a two year old to hold still for a haircut.

What’s more, sheering is vital to the animal’s health.  This is why even meat sheep are sheered.  Domesticated sheep no longer have the same kinds of coats as wild sheep.  Wild sheep are double coated and able to shed their winter coats to stay cooler in the summer.  But there’s more to it.  Wool is coated in lanolin.  Raw lanolin feels a lot like beeswax.  It’s sticky and attracts everything.  This means that a sheep isn’t just covered in wool.  They’re also covered in vegetation, fecal matter, and bacteria.  With wild sheep, they’re able to shed out that nastiness. Domesticated sheep can’t do that.

I would like to add that the organization, which shall not be named here, that has been the primary proponent for the idea that wool is cruel and inhumane has a clearly stated goal of no domesticated animals at all.  This means no pets or farm animals.  Domesticated animals, for the most part, can no longer survive in the wild.   We have bred them to be dependent on the intervention of humans to maintain their health and wellbeing.  The same is true with sheep.

1/11 Pouring today. Everyone is sulking under cover.

The sheep were soggy sponges cowering in their shed, along with some bats taking shelter from the rain. Also a large dish of sheep mineral supplement, which is mostly iron oxide, also called “red ochre,” used by cavemen and Renaissance painters to make things Very Red. I mention the large dish of blood red dye that happened to be in the sheep shed for no reason whatsoever.

The Small Grey Lump That Goes Meow decided he fancied a bite of bat, so he ran from under the barn, through the pouring rain, into the sheep shed to try and catch one. He spent a while crouching and waving his paws in the air before realizing the bats were two meters off the ground.

I don’t know if the Small Grey Lump was trying to climb Gracie the Sheep, or if he just leaped and crashed into her, but she was very startled. Gracie (who seems to have been grown in a laboratory operated by the Council for the Promotion of Stereotypes About Sheep Intelligence) reacted by running headfirst into the nearest wall. The soaking-wet Small Grey Lump That Goes Meow fell into the dish of sheep mineral.

And that’s why it looks like a band of deranged cultists has been drawing The Enigmatic And Occult Sign Of The Cat Butt in blood all over everything today.


Yesterday, the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals discovered an incredibly woolly sheep near Canberra, Australia. RSPCA chief Tammy Ven Dange quickly posted his picture to Facebook and tweeted a request for help relieving the beast of its life-threatening load. Champion shearer Ian Elkins answered the call. The fleece he removed weighed a whopping 89 pounds.

(The RSPCA is now fundraising to support this and other projects.)

Which led me to ask - how did it come to this? Why don’t these sheep just naturally lose their wool?

Turns out the ancestors of domesticated sheep had long coarse fur and a downy undercoat. Humans bred them so they’d grow lots of that downy undercoat - wool. And we selected for sheep that wouldn’t shed so we could collect their wool for ourselves (though wild sheep and sheep raised for meat still can shed). But sheep don’t particularly like getting haircuts, so if they manage to avoid the shears … this is what happens.

Images from the RSPCA

Maybe the next time he moves too close to you and says, “It’s okay, I don’t bite”, bear your teeth and let him know that you do.

Maybe the next time he tells you “You aren’t made of magic,” take the sunlight from your skin and blind him.

Maybe next time he touches you with hate, ball up your fist with his darkness and give it back to him. You don’t have any room for it anymore.

He needs to learn that you’ve always been a wolf, and you’ve shed your sheep skin for the final time.

—  your wolves will fight for you
Today's Beauty Tip:

Smile! Smile until the skin peels away from your face and reveals the ravenous monster slavering beneath. Shed your sheep hide, gorgeous horror, and hunt. Devour men and wolves. Wear their teeth for pearls. Accessorize in shades of viscera and gore. Crimson is very in. (And it accentuates your eyes.)

renaroo  asked:

5: Tucker

This is what you, Former Freelancer, Agent Carolina, know:

1. In the Staff of Charon, Hargrove escape by the skin of his teeth.

2. In the Staff of Charon, your men, your friends, your family escaped with their lives by a fraction a of second. 

3. In the Staff of Charon, one A.I (your brother) gave himself up to save them all because you were too late to keep that sacrifice from being necessary. 

This is what you know.

You are not taking it well.

Neither is Tucker. 

You find him in the training room, which is a shocker, because usually he’s only there when Wash forces him to be. The hologram system is running well, firing on all gears by the hum you can hear through the walls. He has a training holo sword in hand, good since you’ve been asking him to practice with it, and when you look up at the hologram he has programed in the system, you’re not surprised it’s the program Felix liked to train with before he shed his sheep shin to let his wolf teeth show. 

Felix’s program stabs forward, the holograph sword catching Tucker in the ribs. Tucker swears, snaps his fingers and the program starts up again, fresh. Felix’s program dives forward. Tucker takes a step back. Felix lunges. Tucker barely blocks. Felix spins on his heel to run his sword through Tucker’s head. Tucker does not move in time to prevent the holograph sword from passing through his skull. 

Tucker swears and snaps his fingers. The program starts up again.

“You need to take a break,” you say, because losing Epsilon has made you protective of those you have left. It’s deviation from your norm of shutting everyone out, and part of you wonders if it’s growth or the biggest mistake you’ve ever made. “You’ve been in here for hours.”

Tucker does not look at you. You wonder when you switched places, when he became the driven one and you became the one to step back and breath.

A small part of you, the part that is too observational for her own good, says that you have not switched places. Tucker has just become more jaded, cynical, pressing forward a drive he saved for more just causes.You, on the other hand, are just tired. 

“Not until I hit him,” Tucker says. He swipes forward and the Felix projection jumps back. They exchange blows for a bit, Tucker’s footwork is improving, and when Felix goes for the head shot again, this time Tucker ducks. You can see the moment of victory on his face right before the projection gets him right in the stomach.

“Fuck!” He drops his training sword and the light goes out. You can hear him panting in the quiet of the room.


Tucker reaches down and picks up the training sword. He holds it tighter in his grip. It’s not a good grip for sword fighting, but you doubt he will listen to your correction. 

“No,” he says. “Not until I hit him.”

Tucker snaps his fingers. 

The program starts up again.

You watch on until he drops. 

anonymous asked:

Why is using wool bad? Like I thought I knew a reason before but my nan told me today that sheep need to be shaved or they will be to warm and I thought that made sense? Am I wrong in thinking that?

Vegans avoiding wool products isn’t understood by many people. Since sheep need to be shorn to remove their excess wool, people don’t really see anything wrong with the wool industry.

One simple reason vegans avoid wool is because it involves the exploitation of sheep. What most people don’t realize however, is that the wool industry also involves a lot of cruelty.

People have selectively bred our modern sheep with the thick heavy coats. About 30% of all wool used worldwide comes from Australia. The most commonly raised sheep there is the Merino. Merinos have been specifically bred to have wrinkly skin to produce more wool. Their coats are so thick that some die of heat exhaustion during hot months. Unlike wild sheep, Merinos cannot shed their fleece.

Since domesticated sheep can not shed their fleece themselves, their wool will grow longer and longer while flies lay eggs in the moist folds of their skin. The hatched maggots can eat the sheep alive.

To prevent this from happening, ranchers will perform an operation called mulesing. Without anesthesia large strips of flesh are cut of the backs of lambs and around their tails.

Other procedures performed without anesthesia include punching a hole in the ears of lambs several weeks after birth, docking their tails and castrating the males. The castrations are done when the male lambs are between 2 and 8 weeks old, with the use of a rubber ring to cut off their blood supply.

When the wool production of sheep declines, they are sold for slaughter. Millions of lambs and sheep are exported for slaughter each year. In Australia they have to travel long distances before reaching very crowded feedlots, where they are held before being loaded onto ships. Many sheep die in the holding pens.

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i just saw a picture of a sheep and it reminded me of when we used to have sheep at my countryside and one of the lambs was born on valentine’s day  so we named her valentina, but unfortunately her mother stepped on her leg right after she was born so she only had three fully functioning legs for the rest of her life. she did not live too long for a sheep, but she did have the time to grow up, and she was the friendliest and loveliest sheep i have ever met. i remember the day i found out she had died, i went to the sheep shed and cried for a little and the other sheep didn’t dare to touch me that day. afterwards i went to the garden and ate sweet peas