Matilda was, - Greatest Miracle! – the first one to come around. Then Coffee stopped bucking and leaping with all
four feet into the air. The gentle Marsha, interestingly, continued to resist – we threw ourself on the ground; looked with plaintive eyes at the human (“Why are you doing this to me? And I loved you so much!”); we lay like a lump of dead
weight (Louie said, wonderingly, “My kids used to do that when they didn’t want to go somewhere.”); we jumped and kicked… And finally settled down.
The whole thing still takes time, because I have to first
get them into the barn from the barn yard with grain. Then I have to wait for them to fight over the grain and polish it off. Then we put on the halters (“Don’t you look beautiful and handsome with that pwetty blue halter on your wittle nose-y!” “Oh, look what a silly thing mommy did putting the pwetty halter on backwards —Goddammit! – Come on honey, let me get it out of your horns.”).
Once the halter is on I tie each one to a post, and I take
them to the paddock one by one. There’s got to be a faster way. I mean, there are shepherds who run 100+ sheep. How do they do it?