Post by petey on Jul 4, 2012 9:13:21 GMT -5
Yesterday afternoon, I stepped out to turn the water off in the garden. I am always lured into a million bunny trails the minute I step out the door. I hoed a few weeds, fed the meatie chickens a snack and headed out to say hello to Mister, my old Paint horse who was standing by the gate. Randyman had mowed the near pasture which is all foxtail and Wimpy was in the back, under the trees. I grabbed something for Mister to eat and put it in his feeder and shut the gate. As I headed back to the yard, Cider ran up to me, clearly very excited about his find...in his mouth was a long, white, hair covered...thing. I could not think of a single varmint here that had a long, white tail, other than my sheep. They are hair sheep, Dorper X to be exact, and it is not necessary to shear or to dock them, so their little tails remain, spinning like helicopter blades when they get excited. As I continued to examine the object in question, I noted that it was quite soft and bendable, indicating that it had not be long separated from its owner.
I put it in a bucket and went back to the house. Randyman showed up shortly after and I related my tail-tale to him and expressed that I was anxious as we may have somehow lost one of our lambs. The two rams, Ray and Stewie, were sleeping by the gate in the near pasture where they normally are.
Randyman took off through the big pasture past all the cows, goats calves and sheep, looking through the tall grass for a dead lamb. After searching high and low, he asked, “aren’t there just the 4 ewe lambs?”
I replied in the affirmative.
“They are all there, and they all have tails.”
Pondering the mystery, we decided there could only be one other answer.
We headed back to the near pasture and sure enough, Stewie the ram was laying there, happily chewing his cud, with just a stump of a tail behind him. One of the horses must have either stepped on it, or bitten it off, but he was no worse for wear. I figured it to be a case of 'finders keepers, losers weepers'.
Cider is ecstatic.
I put it in a bucket and went back to the house. Randyman showed up shortly after and I related my tail-tale to him and expressed that I was anxious as we may have somehow lost one of our lambs. The two rams, Ray and Stewie, were sleeping by the gate in the near pasture where they normally are.
Randyman took off through the big pasture past all the cows, goats calves and sheep, looking through the tall grass for a dead lamb. After searching high and low, he asked, “aren’t there just the 4 ewe lambs?”
I replied in the affirmative.
“They are all there, and they all have tails.”
Pondering the mystery, we decided there could only be one other answer.
We headed back to the near pasture and sure enough, Stewie the ram was laying there, happily chewing his cud, with just a stump of a tail behind him. One of the horses must have either stepped on it, or bitten it off, but he was no worse for wear. I figured it to be a case of 'finders keepers, losers weepers'.
Cider is ecstatic.