It was one of those quiet afternoons, almost closing time for the store.
Sean was putting the last of Leanne's groceries in her box. Jeannie was heading to her house to put the finishing touches on dinner. Victor was going to fill the van with gas.
And Martin had just checked the beef moms to see if there were any new calves, when he saw the potatoes needed hilling and grabbed the tractor for a "little peace and serenity." One minute he was enjoying the quiet of riding the tractor and the next he was stitching closed a big gash on the head of our ram.
Come again? How's that?
Jeannie was gone for only a minute when she flew in the door, wide-eyed, exclaiming, "The ram's out!"
Sean immediately dropped everything he was doing and dashed out the door, leaving us in stunned amazement.
"We need to call Martin!" Sigh…he's not picking up.
"We need to find him." But, no one knows where he is.
In the meantime, Leanne asks, "Can I pay for my groceries?"
"Oh, sorry. Yes, Jeannie can you help, please?"
Next, we see Victor whip by the store in the van heading out the gate. Then, we hear James driving the quad and see Martin grabbing a lasso. (Somebody found Martin and he's on it.)
Fifteen, twenty minutes pass. All is too quiet, now.
Then, the van drives back past the store; James comes by on the quad. No Sean; no Martin. Hmmm….
Finally, those two show up and tell us about the marathon that ensued as the ram ran down the road, into the neighbour's yard, back onto the road, and through an open gate into a pasture. After a mile of trying to keep up to the ram as he ran over hill and dale, Martin and Sean cornered him. He was too tired to run any further.
The guys walked him back home and put him in the corral. But, all was not over. Our escapee had ripped some of his skin on his skull when he jumped through an opening in the corral. While Sean held down the ram, Martin dexterously stitched him back together. The RAMbunctious fellow isn't keen on letting anyone get near him anymore.
So much for a "little peace and serenity" down on the farm.
I had been contemplating what to write for the Down On the Farm segment and the guys came through again…a stitch in time. They always aim to please.