And other odd things would show up, truthfully. But one day, one evening, I remember I heard a car drive up and I heard (mimicking bleating) like that. And I said, I got so mad, ’cause I knew exactly what had happened. A guy drove up and he was gonna let a sheep, he was trying to let sheep go there by our house. And I ran out of the house and, and I was in my, our side of the fence, you know, but I ran out of our front door and I got to the gate, and I looked, and there was this sheep trying, clawing, trying to get back into the truck. And the guy I yelled at him, I said, “Don’t leave that sheep here.” And he said, “It was here when I got here,” he said, and he drives away and here’s this poor sheep. And I told Barbara, I said, “Well, we gotta go out and get him.” I said, “I can’t let get him be hit by car.” I said, “That’s, we can’t do that. So we’re gonna have to go out and get him.
