The sheep and goats were all in the pen by the time I went out to bring them home for the night. The air was still and it was strangely quiet. The sheep were frightened of something out 'there' but what could it be? The dogs were not at all alarmed and were playing as they normally do before work. Night time is the time when the livestock guardian dogs spring into action, though during the day they can often be seen slumbering in the shade in the sheep pen somewhere quiet.
I decided to check out the problem. Mike was on one side of me and Joe on the other, so I felt absolutely safe, plus the other dogs were watching as we went out to check the woods near the sheep pen. These wood border the highway on the west and only about 700 feet deep. The only way in and out is through the highway, driveway, pasture or pen, all areas controlled by big white fluffy dogs. The dogs were wagging those huge plumes called tails and enjoying some attention, but they were not the least concerned about anything out there. Yet, the sheep and goats were stones riveted to the ground they stood on, obviously in terror. What was that scary thing in the woods?
At first I could not find anything at all, no reason for their dismay. The dogs continued to vie for my attention as they escorted me around. I had decided that what was there was obviously gone.
Then I heard a clanging and bashing. What on Earth?
An Alien with a metal space hood came stumbling out of the forest, crashing into trees and terrifying the sheep. It was small, short to the ground and on four legs, but wore a space mask of shiny metal where the head should be. Darn, where was my camera?
One of the sweet young Icelandic ewe lambs had stuffed her head in a metal bucket and was miserably thrashing her way around trying to free herself of the unwanted helmet. Poor little girl. I caught her easily, since she could not see where she was going, and removed the headdress. I am sure she said, "AH" in her little mind, "Free at last". The sheep were ready to go out to pasture since they had missed their evening supper, hiding and shaking in their wool coats, from the scary thing in the woods. It was already 10 pm, and I locked them in for the night with a little chuckle. If only I had a picture...
I decided to check out the problem. Mike was on one side of me and Joe on the other, so I felt absolutely safe, plus the other dogs were watching as we went out to check the woods near the sheep pen. These wood border the highway on the west and only about 700 feet deep. The only way in and out is through the highway, driveway, pasture or pen, all areas controlled by big white fluffy dogs. The dogs were wagging those huge plumes called tails and enjoying some attention, but they were not the least concerned about anything out there. Yet, the sheep and goats were stones riveted to the ground they stood on, obviously in terror. What was that scary thing in the woods?
At first I could not find anything at all, no reason for their dismay. The dogs continued to vie for my attention as they escorted me around. I had decided that what was there was obviously gone.
Then I heard a clanging and bashing. What on Earth?
An Alien with a metal space hood came stumbling out of the forest, crashing into trees and terrifying the sheep. It was small, short to the ground and on four legs, but wore a space mask of shiny metal where the head should be. Darn, where was my camera?
One of the sweet young Icelandic ewe lambs had stuffed her head in a metal bucket and was miserably thrashing her way around trying to free herself of the unwanted helmet. Poor little girl. I caught her easily, since she could not see where she was going, and removed the headdress. I am sure she said, "AH" in her little mind, "Free at last". The sheep were ready to go out to pasture since they had missed their evening supper, hiding and shaking in their wool coats, from the scary thing in the woods. It was already 10 pm, and I locked them in for the night with a little chuckle. If only I had a picture...
not the little Icelandic girl who was stuck but some cuties for you anyhow.
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