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There are typical sheep that roam around the countryside of my favorite part of England -- Cumbria. Sheep are quite tasty; something I never realized until I had a classical Cumbrian Shepherd's pie. Here in the states, it's all beef, beef, beef, with occasional pig -- finding lamb in Nebraska usually requires going out of one's way.
One of my favorite aspects of Cumbria was the way they have the land parcelled out; in small lots, separated by loose stone fences. You won't find 10,000 acre farms there.
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