HELP US NAME OUR CUTE LITTLE LAMBS

Regular readers of Ag Mag will be familiar with the picture of the two little lambs in our "View from the Top Paddock" article that starts off every issue (see pic. below)

Some have suggested that the cute little lambs represent our two Agriculture BSC Directors, Cherie and Helen ... but, as cute as our Directors might appear, that could be seen as almost scurrilous disrespect for our esteemed leaders, couldn't it? To allay any thoughts along those lines, we have decided that you, our readers, should have a chance to name the little lambs and settle any possible dispute for good.


So, get your little woolly thinking caps on ... think of two suitable sheepish names and send your suggestions via email to david.radford@abs.gov.au before the end of September. Your reward? ... the winner will have the huge honour, forever after, of having named our mascots. Results will be published in the next issue. Contestants' details will be kept suitably confidential ... a panel of judges from the Output Services team in Tassie will select the winner ... the judges' decision will be final ... no further correspondence etc ... etc ...


A FEW FARMING FUNNIES ....


The farmer's son was returning from the market with the crate of chickens his father had entrusted to him, when all of a sudden the box fell and broke open. Chickens scurried off in different directions, but the determined boy walked all over the neighbourhood scooping up the wayward birds and returning them to the repaired crate. Hoping he had found them all, the boy reluctantly returned home, expecting the worst.

"Dad ... the chickens got loose," the boy confessed sadly, "but I managed to find all twelve of them."

"Well, you did really well, son," the farmer beamed. "You only had seven when you left ! "

A city slicker drove his car into a ditch in a desolated area. Luckily, a local farmer came to help with his big strong horse named Neddy.

He hitched Neddy up to the car and yelled, "Pull, Sally, pull." ... Neddy didn't move.

Then the farmer hollered, "Pull, Clara, pull." ... Neddy didn't respond.

Once more the farmer commanded, "Pull, Jennie, pull." ... Nothing.

Then the farmer nonchalantly said, "Pull, Neddy, pull." ... And the horse easily dragged the car out of the ditch.

The motorist was most appreciative and very curious. He asked the farmer why he called his horse by the wrong name three times.

The farmer said, "Oh, Neddy can't see too well and if he thought he was the only one pulling, he wouldn't even try!"

An aged farmer and his wife were leaning against the edge of their pig-pen when the old woman wistfully recalled that the next week would mark their golden wedding anniversary.

"Let's have a party, Bert," she suggested. "Let's kill a pig."

The farmer scratched his head thoughtfully. "Gee, Ethel," he finally answered, "I don't see why the pig should take the blame for something that happened fifty years ago."