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St. Brigid

Little lambs eat ivy

Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy. A kid'll eat ivy, too. Wouldn't you?

I can hear my mother singing that song!

Have I mentioned the sheep? Sheep are E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E. in the UK. Everywhere!

Lucky us, in late March, many of those sheep have a lamb or two or three at their side. OMG, the cute. They're skittish little things and it is extremely difficult to photograph a green hillside full of sheep or capture the extreme adorableness of little lambs -- the picture in your mind is likely better than anything on paper (or screen) -- and the real thing is simply indescribable. From the first to the last, we never tired of seeing them.

The additional pay off for trekking to Bryn Celli Ddu in Anglesey, Wales, were the lambs that had snuck under the fence and were running and jumping and playing on and around the mound!

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Home. Catching up.



Welcome home, friend! I'll wait patiently to hear more about your trip of a lifetime. You captured the cuteness of the lambies perfectly in your pictures. My heart took a leap!


They are adorable and I'd say you did a great job capturing them. My mom used to sing that song to me, too.


Did you used to sing this: maresee dotes and dosee dotes and little lambs eat ivy? It toook me a while to figure THAT one out...


My Great Gran, my Gran and my Mom! My boys thought I was nuts.


We stayed in a B&B somewhere in Scotland or Yorkshire. When I opened the windows we could hear the sheep baaaa-ing. It was all bucolic and restful and stuff.


Anytime we go anywhere and I see sheep...I go nuts.


Precious! Adorable! And welcome home, m'dear!


Those cute little lambs makes my day! :)

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