And while the Scotsmen slept, the invadors, Norsmen, crept up. An ambush. A cry of pain. Indignation. A would be conqueror had met his match. On one leg the Norsman hopped, cursed and removed a thistle. Ambush averted.
Today the ‘Scotch Thistle is the national emblem of Scotland.
Hopping across their sheep runs South Island farmers today are dealing with an invador, the Californian Thistle. Stock dont eat ’em so they spread. Can’t use ’em in soups. Goats. Goats gobble the flowery bits when in season. I can’t find out why or how they were introduced.
So how did this jotting come to be?
My morning walk.
Enjoy your day.

Very enjoyably quirky!
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