Country rides and din-din

I live in the country. Sure, the road I live on is paved, but that's only because it was a condition of building the homes in the middle of the (now deceased) farmer's meadow so that the town could have the other 40 acres of common land around our neighborhood. Sometimes farm animals "happen" in our neighborhood. Today was one of those times...

Meet Billy:



He belongs to this boy in the orange:



Billy is a sheep, not a goat, but that doesn't stop him from eating the neighbor-across-the-street's lawn:



This is a picture of Billy being dragged off by another boy, although I am not sure why, because he just walked him right back down the street:



(The flash went off, made the picture look overexposed...)

And, of course, here's a broken down tractor that the neighbor kids were using to travel around with the sheep:



The biggest kid asked our other neighbor across the street (the one with the dog who doesn't like me and peed in my garden) for jumper cables and a battery. Must have worked, because the tractor's gone now. :)

I asked the boy in the orange shirt about Billy. He is the family's pet sheep, but this Fall Billy will become dinner. Although, if the family gets another sheep Billy will remain their pet. I told him some people eat their pets, and that's just life, but that I hope he does get another sheep so Billy doesn't have to be dinner. (What else could I say?)