That is funny, at least if a person has ever lived it.
Maine, having a short growing season, and fickle weather; when we put in the crops as kids, we had only a 16 foot disc harrow, and so had to bust sod 24/7 in order to get all the acreage done. We used to farm the MOFGA Fairgrounds here in Maine, and one night where the amphitheater is now, I fell asleep and only woke up when I crashed through the saplings and stuff by the treeline. I backed the tractor and disc harrow up, did three laps around the tractor and disc to wake up, then went at it again. So yes, I can relate to that shirt!
For me, it is more like "Forgive me for what i said because it is Lambing Season." We are having 3-4 ewes lambing out per day now, so my entire world is dictated by them. I check them every 4 hours so I am super tired, not to mention the mid-night lambings, and care that they all need. So far, no bottle-fed lambs, a few fed with feeding tubes, and I had to pull a lamb out of the mother yesterday, but overall a very smooth lambing season. But still, just going to the store can be problematic. The kids were in the car and everything, and then I checked the not-yet-lambed pen, and sure enough a few midget sheep on the ground. I looked at the wife and said, "we aren't going anywhere for awhile."
It is a tough time of year, but well worth it too. The hardest times are often the best times, and lambing season is what sheep farming is all about; the next lamb crop.
We noticed he had no friends. So we gave him this tiny ad: