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I’m sorry, but I seriously love this silly group of people and their irreverent haggis sightings.
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For those of my non Scottish friends, the definition of haggis is as follows:
Traditionally, a Haggis is made from the lung, liver, and heart of the sheep. These are mixed with oatmeal and a few spices and stuffed into the sheep’s stomach. After being boiled, the Haggis is brought to the table with a great deal of ceremony. A piper ushers in the Haggis and all raise a glass of Scotch whiskey and “brrreath a prrayerr for the soul of Rrrobbie Burrrns!” It is then served with “neeps and nips,” mashed turnips and nips of whiskey. I think you have to drink a lot of Scotch before you can truly enjoy this dish, but a party of Scots without a Haggis is simply not heard of.
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While I proudly lay claim to Scots ancestry, I cannot honestly say I’ve ever enjoyed their much beloved national dish.
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But that doesn’t stop me from chortling over the continued quest to spot the elusive wild haggis.
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Wily creatures, those haggi.
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Ouch!
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