Then somebody’s hoof went into a ground nest of wasps. All of a sudden, the sheep began to jump and run wildly. Just as I was wondering “what on earth?!”,I began to jump and run wildly as well. We must have looked like we were doing a weird pagan dance to celebrate early fall. And it was a gorgeous early fall day – cold in the morning, and fresh with the golden color that light has in the fall as the rays of the sun become more slanted. Too bad it ended like it did.
Well, the 8 stings I got on that gorgeous fall morning earned me a ride to the ER in the ambulance, with my throat half-closed. I abandoned the sheep to the bees! I did. Saved my own skin, but remembered to turn on the electric fence before I ran into the house. Farming does teach you about yourself, and you may not be proud of what you learn.
I have to say, except for the throat closing part, the ambulance ride was pure luxury: Reclining on white sheets with a pillow behind my head, and three nice young men dancing attendance on me… I mean... how often does that happen to a 57-year-old woman?
This morning, everyone is fine; the human is itchy. They are avoiding the bee area (who was it that said sheep are dumb? Could it be we are too stuck in our world-view to understand sheep speak?). I thought maybe I should get them out of there now, but they also need routine. And the routine we are trying to establish is: move to a paddock in the morning; back to the barn at night. I need to re-establish it quickly. So, I will take them back into the barn for the night this evening and move the paddock hopefully to a wasp-free area tomorrow morning.