Don't Underestimate Milkmaids

Medicating Sheep in the Dark & Ice-Cold Revenge

It was well after dark and I was on the sheep hill with Cade the goat. I was using a drill with a 4” bit to bore through the frozen ground. The goat was quality control, I guess. I am not sure if this endeavor was genius or just a way to ruin a drill, time will tell; But I had to reinsert half a dozen stakes from the electric fence that had been ripped out by a black pony with no respect for the law.

Merlin had, once again, pushed his way through the electric wiring on the weak solar-powered fence and just kept going, across pastures, until he reached the electric netting used to keep the sheep in their paddock—which he promptly stormed though like an orca slamming into a fishing net made of dental floss—ripping the netting to shreds while pulling the step-in posts out of the frozen ground.

Merlin is still escaping only now it’s not about grain. It’s about revenge. Merlin has a very Tom-Petty attitude when it comes to backing down.

I was just finishing up my work by headlamp when I saw a truck’s headlights coming up the road. I smiled, as I was expecting her, and having just set up the last of the netting, wiped the snow off my hands, pet the judgmental goat, and headed downhill to the driveway.