Tuesday, 19 June 2007

Thick As Mince!

Lambs may look cute at this time of year but between you and me they stink a little bit, they are also a little bit stupid as I discovered this morning.

I woke up to the sound of sheep 'baaa, baaa, baaahhing', which isn't that unusual in these parts so I ignored it. Or tried to anyway and attempted to fall asleep again but there's nothing like the sound of bleating to make you count sheep over and over again without quite finding the ability to nod off. So I got up, showered, ate breakfast did the usual morning routine, checked emails etc etc and still I could hear sheep. I was tempted to shout out the window "Shut up and just eat the grass already!" But I didn't. For the simple reason being I don't think sheep listen to humans. Because I didn't do that I didn't bother to look out the window. I instead just carried on working on the deck plan that I was drawing. So it was a few hours later that I eventually finished what I was doing and went out to see a client. It was then I discovered what the racket was about. One of the lambs that grazes in the parkland outside had somehow managed to get into the garden despite the closed over gates but had got itself trapped in the goal netting of the 5 year old boy upstairs moveable football goal posts. In its desperation to escape it had dragged the goals all over the garden and in doing so had got itself even more entangled in the netting.

Of course I took pity on the poor thing and tried to set it free, but the lamb was so scared it was having none of it and tried to run. For all of 5 yards. By which time it had got itself so entangled in the netting that it couldn't move its legs. My first inclination was to cut the netting away from its neck with a knife or scissors but that wasn't workable due to the lamb moving too much. so I had to untangle the netting by hand. That was fun. Every time I managed to get a leg or the head free it thought it could make an escape and would promptly get itself stuck again. 40 minutes later I did however manage to set it free, but only after the lamb had made so much noise that the mother found a way into the garden and bit me in the leg for my troubles. That's gratitude for you. It wasn't too painful but I'm still going to enjoy my Sunday roast at the weekend. I just hope between birthing time and dinner plate, sheep actually develop brains because I don't fancy rescuing sheep on a daily basis.

8 comments:

Just a Girl said...

*swoon*

You're a hero!

*snort*

Scotsman said...

I'm having a deja vu moment, my middle finger is standing to attention and facing Canada. I'm sure that's happened before.

Just a Girl said...

Right back at you ;)

Scotsman said...

Damn that Atlantic Ocean has shrunk, you have one powerful telescope over there. I wasn't expecting the response to be so quick.

Just a Girl said...

I have spidey senses.

Misssy M said...

You were savaged by a sheep? Is that a first?

Found your blog somehow. Like.

Scotsman said...

I have to admit to it being a first for me. Hopefully they will go back to eating grass and it won't become a regular occurrence.

phoenix said...

when I was a child a whole flock broke into our garden and ate the whole year's supply of veg my dad had been painstakingly tending.I thought then that sheep must have been really clever to have worked out how to open the gate,until of course it was found that a stupid dog walker had left the gate wide open!