Whilst out on my ebike on the moor the other day I spotted a sheep in an odd position in a bog near Butterbrook. Closer inspection revealed that it was well and truly stuck and wasn't getting out on its own. It had a very heavy fleece which was waterlogged and could get no purchase with it's feet to get out.
So, thankful it was a sunny day, off came my boots and socks and in I went to assist, gingerly at first as I sank so far before the bog took my weight. I reached the sheep and took hold of one of it's convenient grab handles (aka horns) and gave a good pull at which point one of my legs sank rapidly up to my b****. This wasn't going well !!! I had visions of both me and the sheep breathing our last in the bog...... I managed to grab a tussock and pull myself onto slightly better ground and several huge heaves later, overcoming the suction of the mud, the sheep was out. Luckily it was fairly near dry ground. It staggered about a bit then trotted off to join it's mates, hopefully wiser, looking none the worst for the experience apart from the muddy tidemark
So after washing the mud off me it was back on the bike feeling good that I had possibly saved 3 sheep that day, if you include the possible 2 lambs it was carrying, RESULT
Brings to mind a vision of one of us dirty bikers up in Wales trying to pull a sheep back out of a fence it had got its head stuck in
Seriously just as well we were laughing too much to take any pictures (-:
And well done for this rescue David. I think they are grateful at the time but they seem to have short memories .......
Brings to mind a vision of one of us dirty bikers up in Wales trying to pull a sheep back out of a fence it had got its head stuck in Seriously just as well we were laughing too much to take any pictures (-:
And well done for this rescue David. I think they are grateful at the time but they seem to have short memories .......