My wife told me one day that a sheep was on our property. I told her
that I wasn't doubting her but she is the one that thought she saw a
kangaroo one day. Long story for another time.
So anyway I put it out
of my mind. A few days later I went to feed the sheep that we do have
and I heard a groaning under our porch. I look under the porch and
there it is a sheep. It was conked out. I go up to it and it looks up
and I catch it with a rope and put it in with our other sheep. We raise
Katahdins. They are a hair sheep. That means they shed and we do not
have to sheer them every year. They are very docile and do not try to
get out all the time which is not to be said to the lost sheep I named
Sheepie. Sheepie was a classic English wool sheep that had not been
sheared this season. I know absolutely nothing about shearing a
sheep. Sheepie immediatly began ramming the fences to get out, I guess she
thought about the old Roy Rogers song "Don't Fence Me In". As I fed
the sheep, sheepie attempted to bogart every ones food, much to the chagrin of Nester and Esther my two donkeys, who think they are sheep by the way. After getting them separated I posted a picture of sheepie on face book and asked if anyone recognized this sheep. After several failed attempts with basic sheep face recognition software I went to Craig s list, avoiding the personals section and went.to the farm for sale section and listed sheepie on that site.
After a couple days I was telling poopsy, my love name for my wife, that I guess I was just going to take her to the butcher, a Mennonite fella named Noah. She says how are you going to get that sheep caught and in the back of the truck by your self. I have a large flatbed and I was thinking this would be easy. 1. Catch sheep. 2. put sheep in back of said truck. 3. Tie sheep to rail protecting back window. 4. Drive six miles to butcher. Simple Simon right. So I catch the sheep with a hoolihan throw, dad would have been proud. I drag, walk, and sweet talk the sheep to the truck. I lift the hundred pound sheep into the back of the truck. I then sort tie the sheep to the rail on the truck. I back out and begin my six mile trip and the sheep jumps up and tries running all around the bed of the truck so much so I thought maybe she would get hurt so I had to stop and get her re-situated. Back on the road I had gone about 2 miles and when I turned on to the blacktop the sheep bails out of the truck and begins kicking the peawadding out of the side. Looking fir a safe place to stop took a few minutes and every driver that went by was waving and pointing as if indicating the fact that they had never seen a sheep attempt suicide by hanging off the side of a truck. I am sure it is a pretty natural thing to see a sheep hanging off the side of a truck kicking the side of said truck every day in South East Missouri.
I rescue the half dead sheep and get her to Noah's where in a few days she will return in neatly wrapped packages that will not run away nor have to be sheared.
