Another sheep story...
Back when I had my sheep, we had a neighbor across the road (about 1/4 mile away) who did also.
Really early one Sunday morning, they called me and told me that my sheep were down there eating everything in their garden. I quickly pulled on some clothes and ran down to get my sheep out of their garden. They were just standing there - almost smirking - then, I was suspicious because the sheep didn’t look that familiar, so I checked the ear tag and sure enough they were standing there watching their sheep eat their garden... When I told them, their looks sure did change...
LOL, thinking about them, they were the ones who when I went into the U.S. Army, and since I had to have a Top Secret and Cryptographic clearance, the FBI questioned the neighbors. The neighbor called my parents and said ‘I don’t know what trouble your son got himself into, but the FBI was here asking questions about him - but don’t worry, we didn’t tell them anything!’ With friends like that, who needs enemies. (Yes, I did get my clearance...)
(And NO, Øbama would not be able to get his with the same criteria! Grrrrrr.)
They were just standing there - almost smirking - then, I was suspicious because the sheep didn’t look that familiar, so I checked the ear tag and sure enough they were standing there watching their sheep eat their garden... When I told them, their looks sure did change...<<<
LOL....
Your neighbors, moved on down to Missouri, near the Arkansas border, for my stepmother wrote about them and ranted about how it upset her to see the hippies move in the area and plant cotton, and go out and pick it in their plastic buckets.
LOL, she knew what picking cotton was really all about and that it should be picked into a tow sack.
Let me tell you towing that sack behind you, was tiring, dragging along as you picked with both hands to fill it up.
Spinning cotton, was never on my list to do.