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| S'up? |
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| We encounter a lot of nature in our travels, and that's no bull. Well, technically, that IS a bull, but you know what I mean... |
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| All of the livestock in this article came from some farm on Old Sandwich Road in Plymouth. |
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| "Go; behold, I send you out as lambs in the midst of wolves." |
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| That is either a buffalo, a bison or a shaggy cow... Old McDonald, I am not. |
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| If you catch the cow as it walks in front of the bull, the cow looks like it has a big curved Unicorn horn on her snout. |
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| Alpacas are pretty friendly, as it turns out. I swear that the alpaca in the top shot of this article was way across the field from me, beyond the range of my shoddy phone. I simply had to go "Hey, you, a little closer, please," and he came running over just like this and posed for the top shot. |
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| "You don't work here, and I'm going to greatly resent it if you grab my udders." |
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| Hey! Back in the turkey article with you! |
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| There are several foxes in my neighborhood, to the point where I have named them. This is Samantha Fox, her sisters and brothers are named Alicia, Vivica, Meghan, 20th Century and Redd. Redd is the patriarch, his wife Elizabeth has passed on. Every coyote in my neighborhood, regardless of gender, is named "Wild E." |
