pitchers tuck by buddy don: the burren

on our secunt day in ireland we tuck a lil drive up to sumthin they call the burren. to look at it ye wood thank taint nuthin but a huge wasteland on a counta how everthang is cuverd with limestone. we red a lil deescripshun writ in 1650:

General Ludlow, Cromwell’s brother-in-law, wrote about the Burren in 1650. He said, “This is a country where there is not enough water to drown a man, wood enough to hang him, nor earth enough to bury him, which is so scarce that the inhabitants steal it from one another and yet their cattle are very fat, for the grass growing in tufts of earth of two or three feet square that lie between the rocks which are of limestone, is very sweet and nourishing.”

fack is, 70 percent of all irish species of flora grows rite thar in the burren. heres sum pitchers (then i gut to git!)







heres sum of the kinds of flora ye gut a'growin on the burren ...











ye mite could wunder why sumbidy wood putt a rock fence up in such a barren burren, but tiz to mark territory on a counta horses n cattle dont have no trubles findin plenty to eat thar.





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