1-6-2019 Sunday Live Chat Thread

[TonyM]

Hey Tony, the Scottish farmers paint the butts of their sheep like in Ireland, don't they?

Hi Duke,

It can be anywhere, just a dye which was part of sheep dipping to get rid of parasites. Careful of the rams though they could be difficult to handle and hurt you

 

[Lynne]

I want to see that in a theater. Very loud.

It was great.

 

[Lynne]

Hi Duke. We’ve been talking everything from posting bail to sheep.

 

[Lynne]

Ok my friends. I’m off for the night. I can sleep knowing everyone is accounted for ! Have a good night all. Tony get some sleep. Shazam

 

[Duke]

I watched a border collie separate sheep on a farm in Ireland, he seemed to know which sheep were "his" as he herded them. The other sheep he ignored.

 

[TonyM]

Ok my friends. I’m off for the night. I can sleep knowing everyone is accounted for ! Have a good night all. Tony get some sleep. Shazam

Shazam Lynne

 

[TonyM]

I watched a border collie separate sheep on a farm in Ireland, he seemed to know which sheep were "his" as he herded them. The other sheep he ignored.

Top dogs, incredible to watch

 

[Debi]

Ok my friends. I’m off for the night. I can sleep knowing everyone is accounted for ! Have a good night all. Tony get some sleep. Shazam

Shazam, Lynne!

 

[Paintman]

Some of you may get a kick out of this. My brother and I were enjoying an unseasonable warm afternoon. The ground was still crunchy and Frozen. Perfect time to play suicide golf.
I knew the perfect venue. The International Golf & Training Academy of America.
My backyard.
So we squared-off about 30 yards apart. Just trading wedges back and forth. I hit my ball to him and he hits the ball back to me.
The whole afternoon just disappeared. and all of a sudden I realized you could be in your 50s and all of a sudden be a little kid again.

 

[TonyM]

Some of you may get a kick out of this. My brother and I were enjoying an unseasonable warm afternoon. The ground was still crunchy and Frozen. Perfect time to play suicide golf.
I knew the perfect venue. The International Golf & Training Academy of America.
My backyard.
So we squared-off about 30 yards apart. Just trading wedges back and forth. I hit my ball to him and he hits the ball back to me.
The whole afternoon just disappeared. and all of a sudden I realized you could be in your 50s and all of a sudden be a little kid again.

One of these days Paint...