Sunday, 20 September 2015

The one where I saved a sheep ...

So Sunday was a weird day.

I was at home, working hard on my Uni essay, and then suddenly and mysteriously I found myself in my kayak floating on the water off Lauderdale Beach ...


I have no idea how that happened at all ... but seeing as how I was there I figured I may as well go for a paddle.

And so that's what I did.

I headed off towards Seven Mile Beach, well at least that's where I started going, but I didn't get there because as I was coming around the cliffs ... I found a sheep.

Can you see the sheep down there in the shadows.


The poor thing had somehow fallen down the cliff and got itself stuck in a narrow little crease in the rock where you would only see it ... well, if you were paddling along 5 metres off-shore on a calm day.

My first thought was "that's weird" and then I started to paddle on ...

My second thought was "Actually, maybe I should do something ... like try and find the owner or call the RSPCA".

Then my third, and bestest thought in the world was "I CAN SAVE MRS SHEEPY!!!".

And that's what I set off to do ...



I was very responsible about it, I let Kim know what I was about to do (she didn't think my rescue plan was quite as brilliant as I did) and then I climbed down the cliffs, told Mrs Sheep (who was very emaciated and had obviously been there for some time) that I was there to help (I had to explain this a few times as sheep aren't that sharp) and then once she understood my intentions, I managed to basically pick her up and lift her up onto a shelf from where (with a little bit of help) she was able to scramble to the top.

One sheep saved, and that made for a good day.

And that's why I didn't do my homework ...  true story.

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