In the end, there is no winner...

...only losers.

Three days ago, I was very excited because two of the most colourful characters on the farm, Bond and Clint the tups, had been put into the field we look out onto from our living room and we were looking forward to seeing which of the two would become king of the field. Today, however, was not a happy one. I found out that the only reason that the boys had been moved was to have them closer by, to make it easier to put them in a pen...before they were collected and taken to market this morning. Noooooooo! The end of an era on the farm. No more Bond. No more Clint. And also no more Fluffy Fred (another tup sold today). Apparently, Bond was impressive to look at but not too handy in the trouser department. He hardly sired any lambs the past two years. Neither did Fred or Clint. And now they are gone and new tups will be bought who will hopefully perform a little better.

At least on Blip, I have some memories of the great 007. Here are a few as a tribute:

The name's Bond

Bond and Clint

Fashion victim

Fluffy Fred (Wrongly labelled as Clint on this day).


I am tagging this entry Assignment35, as I guess these poor guys will be part of someone's meal time within the next few weeks. :(