At the Sheep Farm

I don't want to talk about it, but I'm having a problem with a small animal in my back yard, and I need a live trap.

My buddy Bobby said he had one, so I went to his sheep farm to pick it up. Bobby and his wife had just left for the grocery store, so he left it on his back porch.

The cats greeted me and my camera, even a little kitten whose eyes are not yet open. Then...an idea struck me...struck me like lightning.

Several times, I have watched Bobby shear sheep. I thought...hmmmm...Bobby is not here, and it's something I've wanted to try...why not? I asked the cats, and they purred..."HAVE NO FEAR! GO FOR THE SHEAR!"

I located the electric shears...went into the barn...and picked out a medium-sized female. "HEY EWE, YOU WANT A HAIRCUT?"

I wrassled her onto her back, planning on starting on her belly...just like Bobby does. I got one good swipe in, but then things went bad. I was into my second swipe...when the ewe suddenly shifted and turned on me. The clippers were still running, and I took a long furrowed stripe off of the ewe's back. Oops. It looked like a reverse mohawk. Haircut over.

Two things I learned from today's debacle. 1. It's harder than it looks. Bobby is a shuper sheep shearer. 2. You have to know when to quit. I located a sheep shweater, and put in on the shabbily shorn sheep.

I hope Bobby doesn't notice.

P.S. Believe what you may about this story...but I did talk to the cats. ;0)