We
awoke to a dusting of snow; not bad, since the prediction was three
to five inches. I am blogging late; it is already 11:15AM and the
snow is all melted.
Yesterday
Morning, it was just getting light, I saw a chicken running from the
direction of the coop. I didn't investigate as I was making a
bathroom visit and was not ready to arise. I haven't been able to
figure anything out. I lock them up at dusk every night. She must
have been out roosting somewhere or she is setting on eggs. We used
to have hens surprise us by appearing with ten or twelve fluffy
offspring. It hasn't happened for a long time.
Then
when I got up, Jame said, “There is a sheep out!” It was about
the last thing I wanted to hear, because we were going to the theater
in St Croix Falls, and we needed to leave Noonish. I had a quite a
few things to do first. I went out and counted and recounted the
sheep. They were all in the pasture. I questioned Jamie, hoping I
could get her to agree, she might be having an optical illusion. She
convinced me she wasn't. Hmmm, two mysteries.
We
returned home from the theater about 4:45, in time for me to gather
the eggs. A short time later Jamie said, “I just saw a sheep run
through the front yard!” I gathered this was no hallucination. I
went out, and there was one of our wethers, racing around the fence
in a panic to get in, and join the flock. I was able to use, the
rattling corn in the bucket trick, to lure him from the other side of
the fence to the gate where I could get him in. I checked a part of
the fence, that was recently constructed, to see if there was a place
he could have got out. I found none. I suspected this might be the
case, because earlier, I discovered a part of the fence down, because
the lad, we had do it, missed wiring a spot to the post.
Now
it is close to six, I am involved in creating a libation, when I
looked out, and saw, not one sheep but six, in our front yard. Thank
God, they were trained to the corn in the bucket trick, and they were
only feet away from a gate. It didn't take long to get them in. But,
my libation would have to wait, we needed to find where they were
getting out. I walked along the fence one way, Jamie went the other.
I found nothing. Jamie found a low place and there were tufts of wool
on the wire. It wasn't terribly convincing a place, where that many
sheep would get out that quick, but we couldn't see anything else. I
double checked the new areas of fence, there were no places they
could get out. The sheep, that I had lured into the gate in the North
pasture, now had come around to the south pasture to see what we were
up to. They were all congregated in a spot. I walked over and could
clearly see where they were getting out. They looked like they were
disappointed that I found the spot. Yes, sheep can look disappointed.
Part of the fence, that had been stapled to a wooden post, about 30
years ago, pulled away, allowing a slot the perfect size, for a sheep
to exit. They're not so good about getting back in. It was the most
unlikely place for a breach in the fence to occur, and if the sheep
hadn't helped me by rushing to the place, we would have settled on
the low spot, as the place they got out. We would have had fresh
adventures this Morning. We
put new [large] staples in the fence post and that should be it.
One
mystery solved. I still don't know the story about the hen.
I
did get the libation.
Take
life as it comes to you. It is all great!
Love
and Peace, Gregg
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