Sunday, September 20, 2015

When Sheep Escape!


Blogger Unknown said...

I'm having serious plaid envy right now Jenna...

September 20, 2015 at 9:50 PM  
Blogger Sarah said...

Oh man. There's nothing quite like that feeling of panic when someone tells you you've got stock out.
One of my mares is the equine equivalent of Harry Houdini. She can open her own stall door. Untie every knot. And unlatch any gate.
More than a few times I've been on the receiving end of that dreaded call - the one that informs you your entire herd is out enjoying a merry jaunt down the road.
I had a hard time understanding how they kept getting out - until the day I watched her work the latch loose and give the now-open gate a hearty shove. She surged out, leading the rest of the herd past the barn, down the graveled drive, and straight out onto the road before I had time to drop the buckets in my hands.
That was the last straw.
From that day on, her stall - as well as the paddock gate - now looks like Fort Knox.

September 21, 2015 at 1:12 AM  
Blogger Mamawolf said...

It's been a while since I've checked in with your blog (or any for that matter), but checked in this morning and saw this vlog and had to chuckle. A couple of years ago my family and I traveled to New England to to visit family. We left our mini farmstead in the hands of a young ag student at our local college. About five days into our trip we got a call from our neighbor that our cows were out and wandering around in the middle of the road. Apparently a windstorm had occurred and a branch had fallen and taken down a small section of fence... Just wide enough for the cows to walk over. We couldn't for the life of us get ahold of our farm sitter, and all I could do was panic and picture my three cows running down the middle of our quiet but high speed country road. We finally did get in touch with a fellow farming friend who graciously drove out to our place and rounded up the girls, put them back in the field and fixed the fence. It's so true that community can make all the difference in the world. I felt so helpless all the way on the other side of the country (we live in WA state) not able to do anything myself to ensure the safety of my animals. Thank goodness for friends!

September 22, 2015 at 11:27 AM  
Blogger Sammy Q said...

Okay here goes my "livestock" story aka how my puppy escaped (this was 10 years ago) and how we found him... I was living in a suburban area with my parents (about 19 at the time) in a 3 story condo. You have to drive to get anywhere essentially so I was in the town over at the gym there and I get a call from my dad saying that Milo (my pup) is missing. And this is basically impossible because we had him in the laundry room with a baby gate up... So I instantly freaked out, drove home and immediately started looking for him around our complex. Oh this was quite soon after we got him (8 weeks old) and they told us he wouldn't be able to really go up or down stairs (they were the size of him after all). So I come back inside and I'm calling his name and obviously getting no response... So I start heading upstairs to my room (it's on the 3rd floor) and as I get to the 2nd landing I see a pile of poop... And who is it at the top of the stairs? MILO! Wagging his tail all happy... Apparently he escaped his laundry room and went looking for me :). He must have gotten such a work out from all of those stairs that he had to poop in the middle of it to keep going. Silly little pups!

Oh my dad and I tested it out after we found him... We put him back in his room, put the gate up and then "hid" and watched him squeeze through the space between the door frame and the gate (you know how squishy pups are when they're that young, yeah? Basically all cartilage lol). After that we went out and got a gate with 0 spaces hehe :).

September 24, 2015 at 5:03 PM  

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