Post by unburntflame on May 25, 2003 1:05:04 GMT -5
the watery, wintry sunlight burst through the clouds, heating the cold, wet ground. sheep, with their new-born lambs came out from under shelter, and danced in the new light. i sat on the fence, pondering life in general, and taking in the antics of the lambs.
one particular, frolicky lamb strutted too far away from its mother and was immediately bailed up and shepherded back to the flock. so much for a free country. it's defenceless bleating could still be heard as i headed back up the hill, toward my family's homestead.
i caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye, and before i'd had time to look properly, it ran back across my sight, and jumped the fence where i had been sitting, not 3 minutes ago. the red bushy tail of the fox ran straight through the flock, not caring to pick up dinner on the way. a few seconds later, another fox followed; this one was bigger, and it's back was arched, and a lound snarling growl was emitting from its mouth.
i started to chase the foxes, and, not wanting to disturb the lambs, i ran through the gate at the far end of the field. my shouts of distress fell on empty winds, and were blown away, far across the seas. the sheep had scattered to the pine corner of the field, hoping the trees would offer little protection.
by the time i'd crossed the field and jumped the next fence, untangled my dress from the wire and found the foxes again, they could have been a mile away, as far as my eyes could tell. i leant back against the fence, observed the foxes' movement, so i could tell daddy where to bait. they stopped at a small stream, which ran through our property along our border fenceline, and fought. i think the bigger fox came off better but i really couldn't be sure. i turned again to head back up the hill, toward home.
one particular, frolicky lamb strutted too far away from its mother and was immediately bailed up and shepherded back to the flock. so much for a free country. it's defenceless bleating could still be heard as i headed back up the hill, toward my family's homestead.
i caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye, and before i'd had time to look properly, it ran back across my sight, and jumped the fence where i had been sitting, not 3 minutes ago. the red bushy tail of the fox ran straight through the flock, not caring to pick up dinner on the way. a few seconds later, another fox followed; this one was bigger, and it's back was arched, and a lound snarling growl was emitting from its mouth.
i started to chase the foxes, and, not wanting to disturb the lambs, i ran through the gate at the far end of the field. my shouts of distress fell on empty winds, and were blown away, far across the seas. the sheep had scattered to the pine corner of the field, hoping the trees would offer little protection.
by the time i'd crossed the field and jumped the next fence, untangled my dress from the wire and found the foxes again, they could have been a mile away, as far as my eyes could tell. i leant back against the fence, observed the foxes' movement, so i could tell daddy where to bait. they stopped at a small stream, which ran through our property along our border fenceline, and fought. i think the bigger fox came off better but i really couldn't be sure. i turned again to head back up the hill, toward home.