I went to the grocery store, and I couldn’t have been gone more than half an hour when I got a call that all the sheep were in the yard. Again. Apparently the lambs were chasing poor Echo all over the yard. Echo is a sheepdog who is afraid of sheep. I did not know such a thing existed, but there he is. He’s still curled up in the back of his crate. I think he’s traumatized.
Of course it’s easy to forgive Mira when she does something naughty, she always looks so very ashamed of herself.
“Hi Mommy! Aren’t you glad to see me?”
Thrilled. How did you open that latch?
“All of my sheep friends had so much fun last time, they decided to come visit again! Can I come in the basement?”
She did in fact get into the basement when I was looking for the crunchies, but was pretty agreeable to leaving again. She forgot there’s no grass in the basement. I’m just glad she didn’t find the bag of sheep feed.
It took me an hour and a half, and half a box of crunchies to get everyone back into the field. Mira, Neo, and Lady got more than their fair share of bribes by coming in, bursting back out, and coming back in multiple times. They know how to work the system.
Princess refused to come at all, and I was finally forced to resort to taking hostages. Cedar and Chestnut were not impressed.
“Oh no! Where’s our mama?!”
Aren’t those the cutest hostages ever? Being the stellar, attentive mother that she is, it took Princess several minutes to notice her babies were gone, and several more before she got irritated enough at their crying to come. No Mother of the Year Awards for Princess. Nova made up for it by screaming until she had her mother and all the lambs back, not just her two.
I did finally get everyone back in, latched the gate, and further secured it with a piece of chain. That might keep them in for a little while at least. They were all very upset and ran up and down the fence loudly protesting the unfairness of it all while Mira went to work on the gate latch.
“Hmm, how is this chain fastened?”
Sometimes I think it would be easier if sheep were actually as dumb as their reputation suggests, instead of being so downright clever. And really, really good at making sad faces.
“Mommy doesn’t love me at all and I’m so sad and mistreated! All I want to do is live in the yard and come in the house and terrorize that new dog, is that so much to ask? Woe is me!”
It’s always the spoiled ones who complain the most. Now I just have to persuade Echo it’s safe to come out of the house.