There is never a dull moment at Schoonover Farm. This is how I found Diddley this morning. He was obviously up to no good by having his head so high off the ground to get stuck, but you can tell by the ground he had been there a while. I know he was not there yesterday morning when I was doing chores in the dark because I walked by here to get hay for the cows. But I am not sure if Tom could have miss him when he was collecting Reuben’s body after work, again in the dark. If it is one thing I have learned from “The Story of Spike” it is that a black sheep in trouble can be overlooked when you are doing all your chores in the dark.
I thought I was in luck because I had just found my barn knife. I had lost it during the flood because I had drenched one coat and switched moving my knife into less reliable pocket. So I pulled out my newly found knife only to discover that it was grimy enough that I could not get it to open. I managed to pull the netting off of Diddley’s horns with some difficulty. He has some wear on the outside of his horns where the netting was rubbing but otherwise seems good to go.