We came onto the dirt road. There was gravel everywhere. Every crunch sounded as though a tire would pop. Then the holes, they had been filled with dirt but that did nothing. We hit every hole bouncing the whole way.
Then we got to our driveway. The redwoods just barely out of the way and the little flock of sheep just standing off to the side. The sheep do not live where they were standing no. They live currently next to a large old growth stump 50 or so feet from the sheep. Normally they don't get out.
We usually get alfalfa and the sheep follow us back to the pen. Once we parked we got out of the car and got some alfalfa. Green and dry falling out of our hands as we walked the alfalfa, how could they eat this stuff. It can be a good thing when the sheep get out. They eat back weeds and ivy but there so close to the property line that its best to just put them back in the pen. We walked up past the pen where they are staying, there were more out than this group. They seem to have their own flocks. I headed up the trail towards where the sheep were originally placed when we moved here while my dad went towards the flock we had seen as we went by.
I found the sheep scattered up the hill leading to my grandparents property. I took them back in groups like when we move them only harder. My dad came and helped. We had to search for them occasionally. Also some had to be picked up and carried over to the pen. Eventually there was only one sheep left baahing somewhere in the woods.
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