Duck and Cover

There are two SOTWs this week. The first SOTW is the Starlings of Aber. Please examine this photo:
Do you see the angry looking swarm of doom hovering above Hogwarts? That, my friends, is the
Starling herd. They swoop. Like Dementors. Don't believe me? Watch them swoop. You might think they are less terrifying than Dementors, but just wait until you're caught under a swooping storm of a thousand Starlings and you aren't wearing a hat. Then you will know the terror.




In other news, I was recently informed that from reading my blog, nobody has any idea what I've been up to in Wales. This is shocking. Really. I'm shocked. Not that nobody can comprehend my blog (I mean really, it's utter nonsense that I can't even comprehend most of the time), but that people actually read it. It's your fault you ridiculous people for giving me a blog! Oh wait, I gave myself a blog. Regardless, you read it. Therefore you, dear readers, are the other SOTW. Feel special. 

Lamb of da Week (LODW)

Darling readers;
I know you have been anxiously awaiting the sheep of this week. Here in Wales, the baby sheeps are starting to sprout up faster than you can shake a stick at. That makes no sense, even if you're Welsh. I will translate; there are more baby sheeps than calories in a true British breakfast (i.e. a lot). It is disgustingly cute. For instance, you might be having a nonplussed sort of day (like this):

Fig. 1: A nonplussed sort of day due to excessive picture-taking.

But then you see a noble lamb out in the distance (like this):

Fig. 2: The majestic beast in its natural habitat. By that I am referring to the creature on the left.
The one on the right is also having a nonplussed sort of day due to excessive picture taking.
But really, if it is that bothered it should not stand next to something so adorable.

And then you will subsequently look like this:

Fig. 3: You too can be oh-so-excited after viewing cute baby animals.

Speaking of baby animals, there are none of these in Wales. But there should be, because they are cute.

Sheep of the Weak

This is not the sheep of the weak. This is the sheep of the noble-and-strong and the why-on-earth-would-there-be-a-sheep-on-top-of-the-god-forsaken-mountain-when-there-is-perfectly-good-grass-all-over-Wales. That makes this the sheep of the fine-line-between-bravery-and-stupidity.

Sheep of the not-so-weak.

On another note, these are the things I learned in both English and Welsh this week by reading the posters in our kitchen:
"Don't use cutlery in the toaster." ("Peidiwch â defnyddio cyllyll a ffyrc yn y tostiwr.")
"Don't use the mini-oven in the bathroom."("Peidiwch â defnyddio'r ffwrn bach yn yr ystafell ymolchi.")
I have no idea how to pronounce any of those words. But that's okay.

Six things I may or may not have learned this week:

1. St. David's Day is a big deal. Especially for the Cawl and the daffodils.
2. Sometimes on St. David's day if you walk down the hall past the boys showers you might hear the freshers singing Welsh hymns. In harmony.
3. Leeks are the national fruit of Wales.
4. By fruit I clearly mean vegetable.
5. The smurfs come out on Wednesdays.
6. If you are running by a church and take advantage of the fact that there is not a homeless person camped in front of it for once and try to sneak in to see what it looks like, you will probably walk in on a wedding. It's okay, though, because an old lady will mutter at you in Welsh and then have you sit closer so you can see better, even though you are dressed very inappropriately for a wedding and probably smell bad (because you were running, remember?).

I realize none of these are an SOTW. You got three last week. Don't get greedy.