Oh noes! Could I be... dominant?!

Phirefly

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Disclaimer: This thread is in jest, and silliness. No questioning of my self-identity occurred because of the following story. :p

So I spent the last week in the upper peninsula of Michigan helping a commercial sheep farmer out with his lambing season. While there I experienced my first case of real aggression! Those of you that have maybe been around sheep might understand.

She was an 8 year old ewe, and had triplets. She dropped the first two fine, but when the third one dropped, she ignored it, as ewes seem to tend to do, sometimes. I went into her area to clear the mucus from the lambie and get her breathing. I bent over the lamb and started working and all of a sudden.... WHAM! I got headbutted by the ewe, who apparently didn't want me saving the life of the lamb she was ignoring. Right in the head! I didn't even think, I didn't even really look up, but my arm came up in an automatic swing and I *WALLOPED* that damn ewe upside the head. She backed off, looked confused, and then came in for the second butt. This time I smacked her so hard she just backed off and baa'ed in the corner.

Now, I'm not sure I've ever hit *anything* in my life, except maybe my dang cat. But the instant aggression that came over me from that headbutt was totally uncontrollable. And when she backed off from me, I felt like crowing like a damn rooster! Maybe beating my chest! I had such a rush from smacking a dern sheep. Of course my friend came in right in time to see me swinging at her, and he thinks it's the funniest story of the year. It was total instinct, and you know what?! It felt good. And yes... I am a veterinary student. :eek:

Do I need help? Am I a bad person? Should I have tied that dang ewe up and whipped her into further submission?

*giggles* The story is just too good to not be shared. I hope you get a laugh - if you knew me, or had seen it, I'm dang sure it would've guaranteed an all-out guffaw.

The week overall was incredibly awesome, but I'll never forget that dang ewe. I have a cute picture of me with a lambie up at the Playground, but it won't let me upload it again here. Whadda I gotta do? Link to it?! *sighs*
 
All I can do in response is :D :D :D

thank you for such a great story - will send me to bed laughing!

:rose: Neon

P.S., was wondering what the heck you were referring to in the AV thread ;)
 
No . . . say it isn't so . . . you can't turn to the dark side! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Once, when my littlest sister was about 9 months old (I was 16) I had her in her stroller and we were walking around the neighborhood with a friend of mine. We stopped at his girlfriends house, so he could flirt. The lady down the street was coming outside and her dog (who everyone in the neighborhood knew would bite you) managed to get outside, and was running straight at my sister. This dog wasn't big, sorta medium sized, but with O in her stroller his mouth was about face height on her. I bent over and said 'I will break your fucking jaw.' The dog stopped, made a yip sound, turned around and ran back into his yard. :eek:

My friend Phil was like 'Holy shit - remind me not to piss you off'. LOL
 
She's doing fine! She was the smallest of the triplets, so the farmer took her away the second day anyways - most ewes don't have enough milk to feed three lambs (twins is the norm). He has a big orphan pen where the lambs get bottle fed. I'm sure she ended up there.
 
and see, I'd be looking at sheep afterbirth and screaming in the corner up on a chair "someone save the lambie ew ew EWWWW"
 
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