Many of you have told me you enjoyed the story about my cows escaping back in January. Since y’all enjoyed reading that story I thought I would share another escape story with you.
This time the story takes place with sheep, and on my very first day as a farmer!
Ever since I was about 7 I dreamed about being a farmer. My favorite animal was sheep. I don’t know why I liked them so much. Maybe it was because they were less common around here than cows, and that made them interesting.
Whatever the reason, sheep were my favorites, and that was the first animal I got to raise.
We built a house on my great grandmother’s farm, and moved in June of 2008. At the end of June I got two sheep for my 12th birthday.
I was so excited! I was finally able to have some sheep of my own, and could call myself a shepherd!
The evening we brought them home I got them all situated for the day, proud of my new flock.
The next morning I went out to feed and water them. The gate I had for them was tied up so I untied it at the top just enough to slip through. I was only going in to reach for their water bucket, but they were not used to me, and they ran behind be and pushed right through the gate!
My brand new sheep ran away, way back into the field around our house!
I tried the the trick of a bucket of grain like I mentioned in the cattle story (sheep are even bigger suckers for a treat!), but they were too spooked, and were not used to me yet.
My dad and I chased them around trying to catch them. He managed to catch the ram and dragged him back to the pen. I ran off after the ewe, who ran right passed my great-grandmother, who had know idea I had gotten some sheep!
I ran after the ewe but she got away and I could’t find her!
I was totally devastated! I cried and cried for the rest of the day. Not only was one of my new sheep gone, I was a failure as a shepherd!
Just to keep you on the edge of your seat, I am going to make this story a two-parter! Check back in a couple of weeks to find out what happened next!