BRINGING IN THE SHEEP (SIC)

Labour Day 07. Lambs have been growing since they arrived last spring. Two died of cold weather and 2 were snatched by cougars. I drove to High River to get Lloyd's truck and trailer. He had gone combining peas but left the unit set to go. When I got back home Linda had all the lambs (she thought) in the barnyard but a quick count revealed 5 missing. Nice try guys, I said as I chased them out of the old pig barn. We got the 8 biggest lambs loaded and ear tagged them. The Cdn government, in its wisdom (sic), insists any sheep shipped have a pink tag. I don't mind paying the $1.30 each, it's the pointless cruelty of stabbing them when no record is taken of this process. One could pull tags out of a dead animals and reuse them. This money grab on pretext of making us safe (sic) from mad cow disease (sick) is similar to planting a tree to off set carbon cost of an air flight. Leaving the barnyard, I noted all mothers grazing except for one ewe answering her son's bleating from the trailer. I have ewes grieve after the loss of a lamb at birth but seldom at this point. Linda and I drove to High River and with her directions (bad), I back into the unloading chute at the meat processing plant in the middle of High River. I shoved the terrified lambs into a pig smelling pen next to 4 horned steers (that's 4 steers with horns). I recalled meeting a sheep farmer named Stump here and hearing him assure his lambs they were going to a better place. (He should've been a minister.) We drove to Lloyd's, arriving as he came from the field in a big grain truck. Being Labour Day, the farmer was on his own while his son and nephew were off partying elsewhere. He had to combine peas, fill his truck and then unload it. (Must've been the same for Dad when I was home to help him). Lloyd made us tea and told us of his recent fishing trip to BC with son and nephew. He promised the Frankensteers would leave this week. We arrived home to find the ewes and steers still grazing in the last light of the day.
Today I smelled crab apples on the wood stove as I came into the kitchen . I took Linda a coffee in bed and anticipated the beginning of her jelly making. I will add sheep manure and rototill the garden since spuds have been dug and stored down the well pit. Once again I note our green ash trees yellowing and hear myself mutter, "Give me another summer, please!"