Groundsheep Day 2008
Tom:
You didn't really think we'd forget Groundsheep
Day, did you? Shearson wouldn't let us. He was up early, scratching
at the front door to get out. Briefly, anyway. He solved the problem
by just eating the door. Scott and I followed sleepily with the
camera.
He didn't see his shadow right away. He did,
however, notice the first robin of spring sitting in the hedge by our house (who
says global warming is all bad?), singing his Early End To Winter song.
This was a good sign, we thought, but again, only briefly. Shearson
promptly ate it.
Next, the groundsheep made a beeline...er,
sheepline...for the tree by our mailbox. Hoping perhaps that more avian
edibles could be found in its branches, he began climbing it. Sheep can't
climb trees, you say? The photographic evidence proves
otherwise:
Some sort of nesting instinct took over at this
point. The groundsheep established a home in the upper branches and began
to bleat his own Spring song. This woke the neighbors, who called the
police. The animal control people came by -- strangely, they always seem
to be hanging near our house on February 2nd -- and attempted to coax him
down. The usual carnage ensued. Again though, in all the excitement,
we're pretty sure the groundsheep never saw his shadow, and that means
an early spring!
He's still up the tree, and Scott (see below) has
joined him. I have no intention of going up there after either of them,
so we'll just close the book on this chapter until 2009. Enjoy the nice
weather.
Cheers,
Nick, Scott, & Shearson
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