The sheep have been moved into the orchard by the house again. The NPR noticed that one of them had a blue plastic string caught around her back leg and that she was dragging a long bit around.
I went out to try and cut her free but she ran off.
Yesterday when I was coming home I saw that she had become tangled in the string and was stuck to a branch.
To get to her I had to wander into a narrow fenced section that runs between the driveway and a large field. There are trees planted through this section and large branches had fallen everywhere so it was easy to trip.
When I got to the sheep she freaked out and started thrashing around. I tried to calm her but to no avail. She finally snapped the branch and ran off. As I attempted to follow, I tripped over a branch fell against the barbed wire fence and then proceed to land on my finger and break it.
The wire had ripped a hole in my favorite sweater.
Still, I pursued the sheep until she got caught on another branch. I got down on all fours behind a tree where she couldn't see me and reached out to snip her free. I managed to cut off the excess string but the part binding her back leg was still in place. She limped off to join the rest of the mob and I decided I had had enough.
I squeezed through some of the lower, non barbed wired and dusted off my jeans as I walked down the driveway.
My pinkie finger was killing me and it later puffed up like a little sausage.
I sent an email to the landlord so he and his working dogs can handle the string issue.
I sewed up the rip in my sweater with good results and I've decided to tape my injured finger to its neighbor as a sort of splint.
And that concludes this episode of How to Injure Yourself in the Most Kiwi Way Possible.
I went out to try and cut her free but she ran off.
Yesterday when I was coming home I saw that she had become tangled in the string and was stuck to a branch.
To get to her I had to wander into a narrow fenced section that runs between the driveway and a large field. There are trees planted through this section and large branches had fallen everywhere so it was easy to trip.
When I got to the sheep she freaked out and started thrashing around. I tried to calm her but to no avail. She finally snapped the branch and ran off. As I attempted to follow, I tripped over a branch fell against the barbed wire fence and then proceed to land on my finger and break it.
The wire had ripped a hole in my favorite sweater.
Still, I pursued the sheep until she got caught on another branch. I got down on all fours behind a tree where she couldn't see me and reached out to snip her free. I managed to cut off the excess string but the part binding her back leg was still in place. She limped off to join the rest of the mob and I decided I had had enough.
I squeezed through some of the lower, non barbed wired and dusted off my jeans as I walked down the driveway.
My pinkie finger was killing me and it later puffed up like a little sausage.
I sent an email to the landlord so he and his working dogs can handle the string issue.
I sewed up the rip in my sweater with good results and I've decided to tape my injured finger to its neighbor as a sort of splint.
And that concludes this episode of How to Injure Yourself in the Most Kiwi Way Possible.
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