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The sound of his bell make you search for a tree to climb. My mother owned a polled ram or in other words, hornless ram. He was king of his domain. The Alfa and the Omega of his ewes, water and where ever he grazed. He knocked heads with a Billy Goat and ram him into the ground to never see another morning. The sound of bells made kids quiver. He would circle you like stocking black bear waiting to catch you off guard and charge. Kids ran from house to house avoiding any encounters with the ram. The big bell around his neck usually determined direction, distances and speed of his where about. The louder the bell and the faster the ring meant, RUN! My boy dragged his bull rope past us one evening and my nephew’s eye started to search. PTSD, maybe?
Posted on: Thu, 20 Jun 2013 17:12:07 +0000

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