"Welp, can't be one of our sheep, because ours are way up in the high county and not quite making their way down the mountain yet."
7 hours later.
As I'm making dinner J says to me, "Do you want to know something pretty cool that happened today? It's amazing, actually."
I was all ears considering my husband NEVER uses the word "amazing".
He continued, "A few weeks ago, D (our herder up in the high country with the sheep) told me when I went to move camp that he lost a ewe. He told me she was sick and he doctored her, but she went astray and he couldn't find her and I hadn't heard anything since.
Why do we think this is the route she took? This is the route the sheep take off the mountain every fall when we bring them home. It's the only way she knows.
The Friday our mama made her way home, there was a picture of her on the front page of our local paper! They caught her crossing the busiest intersection in town!
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