More Memoirs. Morbidity, Anxiety and Mortality. Why not visit us?
Morbidity, Anxiety and Mortality. Why not visit us. I've already written about the apparent 100% mortality rate of living around here. It's carnage. The plaintive crying of the little lambies when they are separated from their mums and the heart rendering effort-packed mooing of the Mums when their calves are taken from them. It's like children saying goodbye to parents when they are sent away to boarding school at the mere tender fragile of age of 6. Poor little cute lambies. They are taken in a big green truck either to be shipped live to somewhere, and who knows that lambies and calves don't get sea sick, or to be hung by their hind legs in what is euphemistically called 'the works'. Most days we tell Lamborghini, Lambrusco, Lambnie and Jack not to venture out of the estate and certainly go no where near a Big Green Truck - BGT - Bloody Great Thing. These deer lower legs were scattered on the road about 3 kms from us. The mortality rate at 354 is, so far...