Good evening and welcome to the Pasture Room, where the elite meet to bleat, with all drinks hoof price at happy hour. I’m your entertainer, Herb Ivore, the best pianist in my field — or yours, ha-ha — playing all your requests this evening, like “I Only Have Eyes for Ewe,” “Love Wool Find a Way,” “Herd it Through the Grapevine,” and this little number, “Catch a Falling Shear,” hope you like it…
Now I’ve herd everything, John B.
Herb Ivore!!!??? LOL and Ouch!
Hail to Mike, the King of Puns. This was great!
It was very sweet & it seemed that the sheepies enjoyed and appreciated the kind gesture – but who ever thought of – – – ????
I’m getting an Hanky Panky underwear add right under your comment which considering your last line is hilarious LOL!
Mike, this is one of your best! Are there drugs I could take that would make my brain do this?
I would order these drugs too!?
Herb Ivore. The best yet!
I see what ewe did there. ?
Rammed that one right out. ?
Welcome to the Piano Baa….as I’m listening to a podcast about vodka (The Sporkful)…
I love that he’s wearing a tux for this.
I love that he’s really not a very good piano player. And that one sheep let out a lovely bleat.
Thanks for the giggles, Mike!!! Perfect timing, coming home from a longish hospital stay this is the best therapy!! 😀
I find it intriguing that the sheep seem to be attracted by the music – are they in fact attracted to the sound?
Welcome home!
How much is the music (m-ewe-sic?) and how much is “big wooden thing I can try to chew on”?
And how much is “the two-legged creature that brings food”?
Musical ungulates are nothing new. From “The Era” of 12th May 1878:
“WE do not often hear of goats assisting in an operatic performance, but in the representation of ‘Tannhäuser’, at the Royal Italian Opera, on Tuesday evening, Mdlle Cottino, in order to make the effect as Arcadian as possible, had a couple of goats in the scene where she sings the song of the Shepherd. Unfortunately for the ladyʼs vocal display, the goats insisted upon bleating all the time in the most laughable manner, but Mdlle Cottino was not disconcerted, and finished her song in artistic style. We trust the goats were satisfied with their operatic debut.”
Don’t forget “We’ve Got the Bleat” and “Stormy Wether.”
Hahahahaha
The Bleat Goes On?
Turn the Bleat Around
The first line of Cole Porter’s “Night and Day”:
Like the bleat bleat bleat of the tom-tom . . . .
That’s a great one!
Uh, what in the world? Is there a story behind this?
Published on Nov 6, 2012
Odelle Morshuis orchestrates a concert for a mob of sheep in Central Otago, New Zealand. For more artworks see http://www.odelle.com
Some of the comments are just as funny as the original. And I agree with Dana, what in the world???? Too many questions – why a concert for sheep and why is he a tux??? Inquiring minds must know!!!
Baa-baa-baa
Baa-baa-berann …
I think he cheated to lure the sheep in, they were eating something off of the keys. The cows like the trumpet, they come running when the farmer plays.
Apparently playing music for farm (or zoo) animals is a popular thing.
Why? Simple. Because youtube.
Great puns. Lovely sheepies. And now I’ll have “Catch a Falling Star” in my head for the rest of the day…
I had to go and listen to Perry Como’s version. 🙂 I love how the tempo changes.
Looks like some of those sheep are trying to help play ewe-ets.
Shouldn’t it be Herb Ivoire?
Two days later: I finally got this! A bilingual pun–impressive!
Piano sonata in Ewe flat Major for 2 hands and 3 mouths, by Ludwig van Baaathoven.
Yes!
Genius!
Obviously I must find a piano (and remember how to play one!) for when the sheep are herded past my place later this spring. No, it’s not a huge number, but this was once a big sheep area and there are still sheep herded north in the spring to summer up north and south in the fall and so as to avoid the middle of town they go on the road right outside my bedroom window. A few mornings in the spring, a few in late summer/early fall. There are fewer more charming ways to drink coffee than by watching a herd of sheep go by a few feet away!
Small town life has it’s advantages, I tell ya’ll.
ETA: The sheepdogs are amazingly terrifying. DO NOT MESS WITH THEM. THEY WILL KILL YOU. I’m glad I have the window between me and them!