[A delightful book, by the way. Filled with all sorts of
crappy old poems and songs. Highly recommended to those interested in escaping 2019 for a few minutes.]
I received a call from The J-Man last Monday. Did I know where the other sheep was? I, too, had noticed earlier that the small one was standing all alone in the pasture but I didn’t think much of it. The J-Man thought more, and had gone to look for it in the Pond Pasture. The day before that stupid dog Tracker had been chasing the sheep around the pasture, and Walker had been chasing tracker, so I went into the adjacent Overgrown Pasture to take a look in case they had swum across the pond to escape. Nothing. As I it was Marica cooks Monday, and as there was a move in progress, we adopted a “leave them alone” attitude.
It worked! The lost sheep showed up on New Year’s Day standing right next to the little one– but on opposite sides of the fence, which is to say, in the front yard. With sticks in hand, Mara (New Year’s orphan guest) and I herded the lost sheep toward the escape hatch in the Overgrown Pasture fence and it bounded through. They found each other but were still physically separated– one in the Pond Pasture and the other in the Overgrown Pasture. So I opened the gate between the two pastures thinking eventually one of the two stupid animals– and I do mean stupid– would go through the gate, they’d be together in one of the two pastures, and I’d shut the gate.
That was the last I saw of them.