So I got a phone call the other day. The voice on the other end frantically yelled,
Without a moment’s hesitation, I grabbed the closest quilt and ran out the back door. I mean, isn’t that what anyone would do after they receive a phone call like that?
Of course, it may help you to know that we have been enjoying the company of thirteen sheep in the vacant baseball diamond behind our house.
It also may help to know that Peter was the one calling me.
But what do a few details matter when there are sheep to chase?
Apparently, our neighbor Shirley was hanging clothes out on her line when she spied the sheep. She quickly called the church, thoroughly confusing Peter’s secretary who thought it was code for someone dying.
Together she and Peter returned four of the six sheep back to the baseball diamond.
Did I mention that Shirley is 83 years old? She has more energy than I do.
And then I burst on the scene. Six months pregnant. Waving a quilt. I was lots of help. (In my defense, I grabbed the quilt so I would appear bigger than I actually am, therefore intimidating the sheep. I thought it would keep the sheep from going on the road. I thought I had a method to my madness . . . it didn’t work.)
Down the road they went, faster than any of us could run. The obvious solution? The Moped.
When the Farmer arrived to help, poor guy, he was greeted by a pregnant lady with a quilt, and 83 year old and a Pastor on his moped.
Just take a moment to ponder that scene. It’s okay if you laugh.
What I didn’t realize is that sheep just want someone to follow. They’re not interested in running. They just want to be back in their normal surroundings, with their buddies. That bit of information would have made things much simpler.
The Farmer tried to get us all straightened out. But in the end, it was Hank who saved the day. He decided it would be worth a shock to go past his underground fence and ran out to meet the runaways. I was standing at the gate, ready to open it at the right time when I heard the Farmer yell, “Sarah, call Hank!”
So I did. And you should’ve seen the Hero Hank trot right into the baseball field, with the sheep dutifully following him.
Just another day at the Ranch baseball-diamond-turned-sheep-pasture. I’d make such a good farmer. Along with my Moped Pastor, Spitfire Neighbor . . . and Hank.
Seriously…I did laugh…but only because when imagining the scene–you , your neighbor and Peter–I was imagining the picture Nancy sent of "Peter" on his moped and just couldn't stop laughing!!!
Hooray for Hank!!!
Yay for Hank! And yes — I laughed! I only wished their were photos of the 83-year-old, the pastor on a moped, the pregnant lady and Hank!
Reminded me of your Uncle coming home several years ago to find Martin and me trying to corral the pigs. He just sat and laughed….I wasn't in such good humor. Luckily I didn't have a shotgun handy (don't know which I would have used it on!)
That is so awesome! The mental picture had me laughing out loud. The telling of it was perfect too. Its moments like those that add "texture" as my dad says, to our lives, and good laughs as well. Congrats to Hank the "shepherd" for getting the job done.
We loved every minute of this story, Sarah! What a hoot! We DID laugh right out loud imagining the scene.
We're getting VERY excited to see everyone next week!!! Papa and Dotsey
awesome. inspiring. another blog will appear soon at my site with thi inspiration… love you friend!
Ha! It was fun to READ the account after HEARING the account. What an adventure! One for the books – I mean the blog!
ha ha! That is too funny!