Today I’m thankful for the natural male instinct to pursue the ladies rather than escape.
During a particularly successful baking marathon, I happen to glance out the kitchen window and to my incredible dismay saw the rams in the field. “Why is this a problem?” You ask. Well 1. they are not the rams we are using for breeding this year, 2. they were in the wrong field & 3. I happened to have left that field’s gate wide open this morning.
So I turned off the oven, tossed on my running shoes, grab a bucket and a white fence post and dashed my quickest dash up through the back yard to the open gate. Grateful for the singleminded, testosterone ridden gentlemen who instead of seeing their chance for freedom & choosing to roam the neighborhood today, followed their noses and lower brains to the fence adjacent to the ladies.
Of course this wasn’t going over well with the flock ram, so after securing the gate, I hastily & cautiously headed towards the group of spellbound boys one of which had tangled himself in the gate during a particularly rough show down of male domination.
I waved my handy white fence pole at the group of brutes and freed the stuck boy. Then I quickly procured a plan to guide the rambunctious, girl crazy gentlemen back to their proper field. A bucket of feed, some quick feet, and a white fence post are amazing tools to a shepherdess leading a flock of aggressive rams reluctantly away from their yummy lady friends. I'd like to say I've perfected the art of avoiding the blow of an aggressive ram, but I dare not get cocky about my successes. Theres always the chance my whit & my speed becomes no match for his brute strength and determination to plow me over. One trip to the ER with a whack to the shins was enough for me to always respect the power of a ram's natural instincts. The task also becomes a hair trickier when the sides are 4 to 1, so today I was especially aware.
I could see as they stared me and my bucket of feed down, the torment of the choice was clear in their eyes. To follow their stomach or their manhood? The irritation I was causing them finally wore on the lead and largest ram who charged me and was met with a small but effective poke from the blunt end of my handy post, however the post did succumb to his frustration at one point, but no worries, neither ram nor shepherdess were harmed. Ultimately the lower brain won out but this shephardess used this to her advantage and cleverly led the ladies on the other side of the fence with the bucket of feed over to where i wanted the rams and the boys thus followed their male instincts & the ladies along the perimeter of the fences right back to where they belong and a breeding disaster was averted at the demise of only one poor broken fence post.
And would you believe, not a cookie was burned in this whole ordeal? I'm going to call that a successful day and take a well deserved break.