Bo Peep of the 21st century
Welcome back to the bark side of life here in Ottertail, where the night has given way to a golden morning; replete with birdsong, flowers, and calming quiet not often found here at Rosswood.
The dogs lay silently in their kennels after a night of singing back at coyotes and other nocturnal intruders. Life is good -- even through sleepless, bleary eyes.
I have a treat this week. We have another gifted teenage writer in the area. Thirteen-year-old Abby Krause of Detroit Lakes has submitted a tale of her own that qualifies for the "Logic vs. Instinct" contest now running. You can enter too by sending me an e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org or a letter at Keith Alan Ross, Richville MN 56576; you can also phone me at 218-495-2195.
Here's part 1 of Abby's version of a 21st century Bo Peep.
My brother Zak and I really wanted lambs to show at the county fair. So, Mom, Grandpa Hodnefield, Zak and I went to Scott Boe in Dalton to get some weather lambs. Driving home we talked about what to name the lambs. I wanted Sport and Buddy. Grandpa stated the Suffolk breed came from England, so we should name them something refined. We settled on Winchester and Emerson.
We stopped at grandma's to pick up our car, and grandpa went on ahead to our house. When we got to the house, my grandpa and dad were there waiting for us. So we started to unload the lambs and put them in the pen. But the minute they were unloaded, the dog barked and the lambs, being scared and in a new environment, rammed the corner of the pen. One, two, three, crack! The string broke! The 70-pound lambs came bolting out and ran out into the woods. We tried to herd them back, but we couldn't stay ahead of them. In no time, they were across the road and in our neighbors' land. They had 300 acres to run in!
We chased the lambs for more than one hour -- over fallen logs, under branches, and up and down hills. My grandpa got close as they tried to run the other way. Fortunately, there was a log behind them and the lambs hesitated. My grandpa took this as an opportunity and grabbed one. Sadly for me, it was my brother's sheep. We put it in a crate and kept it in the back of the pickup.
Soon, the Collins family and the Bently family joined in the chase. We chased the lamb through the woods, on deer trails, and up and down hills, and around swamps. Soon it got dark and we couldn't look any more and everyone went home.
That 6-week-old lamb got the best of 16 people! We brought the other lamb home and left him in the crate, and kept the gate open in hopes that the lambs would hear each other during the night. No such luck!
Next week, we'll find out what happened. Good job Abby, you spin a great yarn about the elusive lambs (no pun intended about sheep, wool, yarn and all that).
By the way, you can pick up a copy of my book, Tales From The Bark Side, at both locations of the Red Willow in Detroit Lakes. There is one at the corner of Washington and Willow and one in the mall. They have a lot of cool stuff there. That does it for this week. Until next time...