Note: tired people make bad decisions. I've averaged under six hours of sleep a night for the past week, and have been going flat out on projects for two.
I was out finishing up chores and had just put the sheep's oatmeal and apple in his feed pen and then put the eggs (nine, out of eight chickens. Malvina laid two eggs between 7pm last night and 5pm today, and one a day yesterday, Friday, and Thursday) into the oatmeal scoop to take them in the house. The sheep walked calmly up to me so I just let him loose, with a plastic scoop full of eggs in one hand and no crook to enforce my authority in the other.
I'm sure the crescent shapped horn bruises on my right shin will heal by the wedding, right? And I'm sure my right arm will be fine by Thursday, after using it to power him away from me and stay upright while I did so. I outweigh him by a LOT (Jacobs are not big sheep!) but he's got the four wheel drive thing going for him.
I wasn't thinking. He was pissy when I pegged him out, and more pissy when I moved him with his chain exactly long enough not to be able to reach any of the roses, and I had no business letting him loose when I had my left hand full of eggs and my right hand empty of the crook. STUPID. If he had wanted to break my leg instead of just express his displeasure, he could have done so.