thank you!
It's got so bad I always take photos of the woolly les Filles (the girls) when I'm down in the Baaasque Country. There are an awful lot of les filles around too. Looks like Wales, but with better weather and swimmable beaches (guess where I'd rather be
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When we lived there, I once got out of the car and tried to move a group of about 20 ewes from one field to the next as they were blocking the road. The local french motorists just sat in their cars and hooted...sheep ignored them. This went on for more than 10 mins so I got out. The leader of the pack, a mean looking brebis, eyeballed me, then let fly with 'stuff' all over my shoes. I gathered that (a) they wanted to move to the neighbouring field on the other side of the road; and (b) that that field didn't belong to their owner.
So I thought BOF (that's a french noise accompanied by a shoulder shrug) and just opened the 'wrong' gate for them and they dutifully trotted in. Traffic starts moving again.
A Monsieur Motorist then rages at me.."Madame, il faut controller vos brebis!" - Madame, you must control your sheep!
Me: "elles ne sont pas mes brebis, monsieur" - they aren't my sheep mate!
The farmer turned up about 5 mins later and was most amused that an 'anglaise' had let them (again....it seemed) into her neighbour's field.
Don't know how well this tells as a story, but it was funny at the time
