This is not what I meant to post tonight, but then I left for yoga. I was balancing yoga mat, water bottle, purse, all being held in an unintentionally awkward way. As I stepped up to the car, purse now open while I fished out the keys, I glanced to my left towards my garden and stopped stunned. Not quite understanding what I was seeing. Was there truly a herd of sheep on my sidewalk? And were they supposed to be there? Then I noticed our farmer-landlord running towards me, summer dress flapping and sheep feed bucket waving towards the errant flock. It then took me a moment to grab my phone from the awkwardly held purse and snap the pictures before shoeing the sheep along.
This is when I started feeling like I was back in Turkey. I was “hut! hutting!” like the village shepard, moving the sheep toward their pasture, though I think the flapping yoga mat would stand out a bit on the Turkish prairies.
What made that moment so perfect, was that exactly one year ago tonight… almost to the exact hour and minute… Dave, Little Man and I were just sitting down with Dave’s parents, Ruth and Joe, for dinner when Joe looked out the window and said “The sheep are out…” That simple phrase ended up inspiring this blog and forever keeps me laughing even a year later… and especially when a year later the same situation is happening. To read that original post, click here.
We’ve now officially lived in Canada for one year. Not too bad, eh?
The Sheep Are Out... 
Oh Marie, how I wish I could have been there, wine glass in hand, watching this all unfold! Too funny.
That would have been great! This time since we have the deck we could have had front row seats for their incursion. Then Little Man could have gotten in on the sheep wrangling. I thought I was doing well until the “sheep dog” got them running back at me. That’s when the flapping yoga mat came in handy. 🙂
Hahahaha! or should I say Baa-aaa! 😉 Congratulations on one year here dear. Okay, I’ll stop. lol xoxo
Nice! 🙂 Do sheep “baa” in Spanish too? Or is there a different noise? I always liked how in Spanish roosters make a different crowing noise than they do in English. Oh, those amazing bilingual roosters…
That is too perfect. Should we make this an annual thing? Next year the sheep may just have to be “accidentally” let out so we can continue to commemorate our years on the Island with an annual running with the sheep.
I 2nd Dave’s motion. Only this time, I hope Marie makes sure she takes a video of Dave and anybody else running around trying to corral the sheep. 🙂
As for the video, that would be a great idea. I was just happy that this time I had my phone handy for a photo. The down side was then sweeping up the sheep “offerings” the next morning before any of us stepped in them and then tracked into the house…
Nice! Maybe we can give them colored ribbons and bet on which one gets the farthest faster than the others. Or should we see who can wrangle the sheep back into their pens the fastest? The equalizing factor will have to be the incredibly incompetent sheep dog who has more fun scattering the sheep than herding them.