Our back door neighbor to the southeast has sheep. He pastured them in the field that shares our back fenceline. Periodically, Larry comes over and says, "Do you have any table scraps for m' sheep?" so Wayne has taken to feeding the woollies out back.
First time he went out with some stuff that he was just sure they would love, he hollered to them . . . No reaction. Again: same result. They just looked at him with fuzzy faces. Finally Wayne went, "Maaa-a-a-a-a-a-," and those crazy sheep trundled themselves right over to see what he had.
Guess you have to speak the language!!
2 comments:
Love this story! I can just see Wayne out there calling the sheep! He just needed to speak their language!
That's just funny! I like the crazy neighbor who decided you should be feeding his sheep...and the fact that dad had to baaaa at the sheep to get their attention. I guess Bouchers are only able to speak to chickens naturally.
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