Not Bo Peep

After completing my hole digging for the day, I wandered around the garden in the late afternoon enjoying the tranquility of the countryside.  There is a little road noise and I can manage to filter that out.

The relative peace was shattered with odd sounds coming across the fields.  It reminded me of old newspaper vendors who used to make unintelligible cries to attract our attention.  These cries always sounded important, perhaps alluding to a breaking story whose revelations would only become apparent if you bought a newspaper. 

It wasn't a newspaper seller.  It was a shepherd calling for his sheep on his quad bike.  Whatever happened to Little Bo Peep?