This morning as I was driving to work I became embroiled in local Farm Drama.
Let me back up.
Photo by Cryptia 30 Apr 07, 10.59PM EDT.
I live, at least for the next week or so, in upstate New York. Among other things, such as a dearth of decent tamales, living upstate means being surrounded by rolling hills and farmland.
There’s a big contingent of young hipster organic farmers in the area. I live across the street from a small sheep farm. The woman who owns the farm has about 20 sheep.
Depending on which field they are in, I can hear them through the open windows in the morning. It’s nice.
This morning I drove by the sheep farm and saw a distinctly sheeplike rustling in the tall grass next to the road. Two lambs had wiggled through the gate and were standing wide-eyed on the wrong side of the fence.
I pulled over and tried to find the farmer, but her truck was gone. It was up to me. The occasional car whooshed past the loose sheep.
I was wearing Work Clothes. I wasn’t prepared for any sheep wrangling, but I decided to try anyway.
The whole thing ended anticlimactically. The lambs were so terrified to see me walking toward them that they wiggled back through the gate. Problem solved. I left a note and went to work strangely pleased with my ability to frighten sheep.
