Once he was safely loaded we set off home to get ready for his arrival and movement into our sheep paddock with the ewes.
A few minutes after getting home, I looked up to see the cattle in the Barn paddock looking up the driveway and at that very moment I saw the new ram running down the driveway quickly followed by the farmer from Gunns Plains. When I enquired how he got out I was told in quick sentences between gasps of breath that the hurdles had come off the ute down by the Preston Falls. The ram had surfed his way here on the back of the ute with nothing to hold him in, and he had decided that at our driveway to jump off and escape what must have been a harrowing ride for the poor fella.
I got this funny mental picture of a ram on the ute and worst of all footy was in Preston, so I am sure that many of those up there must have thought they were seeing things. My regret is not seeing our ram surfing the ute, it would have made funniest home videos for sure.
We quickly put the ram into our yards and went back to help load the hurdles onto the ute, and to our amazement they were still lying where they had come off, blocking the road and with very little damage.
Farming can be funny sometimes, unless you are the particular animal involved. But now I need a surfing name for the new ram, I think that would be a reminder of his arrival.