When Animals Attack
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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Someone else's dog
I'd gone up to a local wood one early Autumn to pick some hazelnuts. I hadn't got very far up the hill when a collie-dog trotted out of a farm and began to follow me. It was a friendly dog so I patted it and let it walk with me a little further.
Walk it did, until we came to a field of sheep, where it ran right into the middle of the flock and started chasing and gnashing the poor woolly idiots. I tried calling it off, since I'm not in favour of sheep-worrying, but it wouldn't come away. An old couple walked past as I was calling to it as I kept trying to get the dog to come out of the field.
A few minutes later, who should arrive but the *police*, a pretty rare occurence in places with a population of less than 5. The old couple had reported to the passing police car that me and *my* dog were worrying some sheep.
After some stern questioning (It was hard to prove I'd done any hazelnutting since my bag was empty) the police decided that I was innocent after all. They couldn't get the dog out of the field either so we left it. They still decided to drive me back to my house, though, evidently I was still suspicious.
As we went back, I started to worry about my family seeing me turn up in the back of a police car. I needn't have worried, since at the same time *another* flock of sheep had gotten loose and my family were busy rounding them up into a spare field. We drove right past but fortunately neither of my folks saw me slinking out the back of the car - or at least none of them mentioned it
( , Fri 25 Apr 2008, 14:37, Reply)
I'd gone up to a local wood one early Autumn to pick some hazelnuts. I hadn't got very far up the hill when a collie-dog trotted out of a farm and began to follow me. It was a friendly dog so I patted it and let it walk with me a little further.
Walk it did, until we came to a field of sheep, where it ran right into the middle of the flock and started chasing and gnashing the poor woolly idiots. I tried calling it off, since I'm not in favour of sheep-worrying, but it wouldn't come away. An old couple walked past as I was calling to it as I kept trying to get the dog to come out of the field.
A few minutes later, who should arrive but the *police*, a pretty rare occurence in places with a population of less than 5. The old couple had reported to the passing police car that me and *my* dog were worrying some sheep.
After some stern questioning (It was hard to prove I'd done any hazelnutting since my bag was empty) the police decided that I was innocent after all. They couldn't get the dog out of the field either so we left it. They still decided to drive me back to my house, though, evidently I was still suspicious.
As we went back, I started to worry about my family seeing me turn up in the back of a police car. I needn't have worried, since at the same time *another* flock of sheep had gotten loose and my family were busy rounding them up into a spare field. We drove right past but fortunately neither of my folks saw me slinking out the back of the car - or at least none of them mentioned it
( , Fri 25 Apr 2008, 14:37, Reply)
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