Look in to My Eyes, and I'll Own Ya...

For miles and miles, for as far as the eyes can see, the Turnip Eating Sheep of Ayrshire. 

I am not sure of the reason for this phenomena, all i know is the farmer comes along, ploughs up the turnips, and then the sheep are let loose.  Let loose to eat turnips until the burst. (Note: I have not yet seen any burst yet... but I have seen them so full that they cannot move; their little leggies bowing under the strain of the extra weight. 

And when it rains.  Oh god, when it rains. 

The smell of turnip poop is tangible.