We have a rule here... Any animal that attacks or acts aggressively to a person is.... Well... Retired. Zero tolerance.
But... Every so often... There is a pardon.
We were picking out our breeding rams today, keeping 8 out of 18. The other 18 are bound for the processing plant. During the process there was a moment.
The process was to herd all the teams into a corner on the pen, and hand pick the best breeders, removing the rest one by one, by hand.
The moment arrived when I had just opened the gate for Bradley to pull one or, and when I turned around... There wag the stare. The buddy of the just removed ram was starting me down through the fence. Right away I said "and that guy is going to ram me". I could see it in his eyes. The stare.
Well... We chose the next ram to remove and I stepped inside the gate. That particular ram that had given me the stare was back in with the rest. I looked away for just an instant and... Here it comes! All I heard was a couple footsteps and saw a flash out of the corner of my eye. By the time I looked that way it was to late to jump. Boom... Two strong horns rammed into my thighs , one on each side. He got me! Fortunately his horns slipped to the sides, Just wider than my hips, so there was no internal damage. But it hurt!
So I thought about it. Enforce the rule? In this case I chose no. He acted in self defense, with reasonable force. After all, he had watch us catch half a dozen of his buddies and carry them off by hand. He was protecting himself and the flock. That's not a bad thing. He also looked like good genetics for breeding. He only hit me once, and seemed satisfied. Ok. I give. He can stay.
So he was pardoned for his sin of attacking the farmer. Given the situation a pardon seemed reasonable. Maybe some day he will protect the little lambs from danger, who knows.
But.. Sigh... As I lay here in bed... Truth is.. It hurts!