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<blockquote data-quote="TexasJerseyMilker" data-source="post: 1810715" data-attributes="member: 42782"><p>The great naturalist John Muir refered to sheep as hoofed locusts.</p><p></p><p>I was nearly killed by sheep when I was a toddler. At my aunt and uncle's place in west Texas I followed a mama hen with chicks through the corrals and into the barn. She went under an interior fence next to a wall so I followed. I heard a thundering noise, looked up and a solid wall of sheep was running down that isle (driven in by the ranch hands). I froze. Then a pair of strong hands grabbed me under the arms and lifted me up to the top of the fence. It was Trig, a black man who worked for them. </p><p></p><p>They raised cattle too and had a gentle old horse. Trig would put me up in the saddle and lead him around, the first horse I ever rode.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="TexasJerseyMilker, post: 1810715, member: 42782"] The great naturalist John Muir refered to sheep as hoofed locusts. I was nearly killed by sheep when I was a toddler. At my aunt and uncle's place in west Texas I followed a mama hen with chicks through the corrals and into the barn. She went under an interior fence next to a wall so I followed. I heard a thundering noise, looked up and a solid wall of sheep was running down that isle (driven in by the ranch hands). I froze. Then a pair of strong hands grabbed me under the arms and lifted me up to the top of the fence. It was Trig, a black man who worked for them. They raised cattle too and had a gentle old horse. Trig would put me up in the saddle and lead him around, the first horse I ever rode. [/QUOTE]
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