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Abby had a little lamb

Welcome back to the bark side of life here in Ottertail, where fiery streaks cascaded across a summer sky filled younger faces with joy and awe as we all celebrated a God given right; our precious freedom. Warm Zephyrus winds blew gently across our piece of heaven and the night sky above Rosswood was graced with the presence of fireflies in flight. It seems that nature was celebrating the evening with a celestial display of its own. We truly live in an area where its beauty is often overlooked or forgotten. We are blessed for which we have.

Last week, Abby Krause of Detroit Lakes spun a yarn about her lambs, and like the proverbial "Mary," she had a little problem with them. Here is the conclusion of a sheepish tale that I think you might like.


We brought the other lamb home and left him in the crate, kept the gate open in hopes that the lambs would hear each other during the night; no such luck. The next day was Monday, we had school and my parents had work. But before we left, we got a phone call from one of our neighbors that said there was a sheep in their yard. So, my dad took the day off work to catch it.

He took a rope, a pail of grain, and a book and went a quarter mile down the road where the lamb was last seen.

Just as he got comfortable and still had no idea how he was going to lasso the lamb, he heard a "Baa, baa," and the lamb was within reach of him. The lamb was lonely, and wanted to be near him but not be caught. Dad called my grandparents for help. As my grandmother was "baa baa-ing" at the lamb and keeping him occupied, dad and my grandfather were trying to catch it.

My grandmother then said that the Bible states to lead the lamb home. They tried without luck; the lamb would run toward the horses instead of following them. Then, the idea of getting the other lamb back in the crate and on to the trailer to lead the lost lamb home was formed. The lamb had now escaped being caught for another three hours.

The moment that the escaped lamb saw and heard the first lamb, it was like love at first sight. The lamb ran after the trailer: prancing and "baa-ing," even as dad was turning the van and the trailer around to head for home. My grandma was driving her car right behind the lamb when a black lab saw it and decided it was lamb chops. It started chasing it and my grandma drove the dog right off the road!

The lamb was bleating and running the whole way home. When they got to the house, they simply took the crate with the lamb in it off the trailer and into the pen. The other lamb followed it right in there and my dad closed the fence tight and tied it really good. And we got it!

So my lamb was in the woods for about 24 hours and because of that, it is now nicknamed "The Prodigal Lamb."

I do not think that Winchester and Emerson fit their names, but it was instinct that caused them to run from the dog and need for companionship that brought them home. Lambs have instinct and want to be a part of the flock.


Thank you so very much, Abby, for a terrific tale about how instinct played a major part of the retrieval of your lost lamb. Sheep will come to the sound of their master's voice, but when there hasn't been a relationship established yet, the lamb will find a way home eventually, through what means they have available -- mainly instinct. Do you have a tale that proves either logic or instinct played a part in an animal's behavior? E-mail me at,write to me at Keith Alan Ross, Richville MN 56576 or phone me at 218-495-2195.