SHEEP FACT: THERE ARE MORE SHEEP THAN PEOPLE IN WALESĪ jibe often directed at Welsh people is that their country is home to more sheep than people, but is that really true? Last year the sheep population of Wales hit the 10 million mark, while the human population is far below, at around 3 million. The researchers suggested that counting sheep was just too boring for subjects to carry on doing for a long time. They found that the group who were instructed to count sheep fell asleep on average 20 minutes later than those who were told to imagine a ‘peaceful scene’ such as tranquil shores or a sunny meadow. Oxford University researchers conducted a study comparing two groups of insomniacs who were instructed to use different techniques to get to sleep. Trouble sleeping? The perceived wisdom is that your best bet is to begin counting sheep for an easy transition into sleep, but that’s not exactly true. SHEEP MYTH: COUNTING SHEEP IS THE BEST WAY TO GET TO SLEEP This article aims to correct a few of those mistruths and replace them with some fascinating facts that even the most seasoned sheep farmer may not have heard of. You’d surely flee if you knew what was in store for you.With over ten thousand years of sheep farming behind us, it’s no surprise that our ovine friends have been the subject of more than a few falsehoods over the years. “One has to admire Lady Pleinsworth’s foresight, actually. “I believe it was decided not to hand them out to the gentlemen,” Hyacinth said, glancing about the room. “Why didn’t I receive one of these?” he asked, taking the program from her. Hyacinth decided to take that as a compliment. “I’m not jesting,” she said, shaking her head.

“By Harriet Pleinsworth.The Shepherdess, the Unicorn, and Henry VIII. “It’s an original composition,” she said, as if that would explain everything. She nodded, holding up the program that had been resting in her lap. “I think there will still be iambic pentameter.” “From iambic pentameter to Little Bo Peep?” he asked doubtfully. “An unexpected change to the program, I’m afraid.” “I thought this was meant to be a poetry recitation.” “It might be time to start bleating,” she agreed.

“Now that’s an interesting coincidence,” Gareth murmured. Several of the Pleinsworth progeny, one of whom appeared to be costumed as a shepherdess, were milling about. “I’m not trying to impress you,” he replied, glancing up at the front of the room. He tells himself 'My flower's up there somewhere.' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out.

And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers? It's no more serious and more important than the numbers that fat red gentleman is adding up? Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he'd doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. “For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns.

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