Since Saturday I’ve had the Thin Lizzy song “Jailbreak,” rolling around in my head.  This is not a common phenomenon even if the song was released my first year in college.  But, as you may suspect, there is a story.  Over the past month or so, we have shamelessly exploited the 41 adorable new sheep residents and designated grazers at Winderlea and Worden Hill Vineyards.  We’ve grown accustomed to waking up in the morning and peeking out the window to check on them as they do their work.  Saturday was a day off so we planned to sleep in but the sheep had other ideas.  As Donna looked out the window at 6:50 am Saturday, her early joy at the pastoral scene was shattered by the realization that half the flock had broken out and were hanging out on Worden Hill Road and meandering over to our neighbor’s property.  I grabbed my phone and called Jarred, their shepherd, who said he was on his way as Donna dressed and bolted for the door.  Fortunately, the first pickup truck she encountered was driven by Ignacio, who we know and have worked with for years.  He helped us move them back over to Winderlea (thank you Ignacio).  Donna and I spent the next 45 minutes trying to get 20 sheep to go into an unoccupied pen (who says sheep are docile and compliant?).  We managed to corral 15 of them on our own with much effort and Jared arrived to gather up the 5 most obstinate of the escapees.  Fortunately, no sheep were harmed and Donna and I got our workouts in much earlier than expected.  No doubt, there will be more later…

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