You thought this was political, right? Wrong.

I have a small flock of sheep. They are the “Gang of Six and a Half” entertainment and vegetation control flock.

About two weeks ago they got one good on me in their little sheep building when I went out after dark to close them in for the night. (September is a tough month for sheep in NH because coyotes come calling after dark to teach their young pups to hunt. We lost several adults and some lambs to packs of coyotes a few years back so now we lock them up.)

Picture this. I was armed with a flashlight, a scoop of sheep feed and the lid from the trash can we keep the feed in. I was in the building stooped over because it has a low ceiling. This is when they made their sneaky sheep move.

One got between my legs and I stepped on its foot. It fell over taking me and my armload of stuff.

I hit the ground backwards and the flashlight came apart. It’s hard to believe I didn’t land right on one of the sheep.

Now I am in the dark, on my back, inside a sheep building laying several piles of what sheep leave behind holding an empty flashlight, trash can lid, and an empty scoop of feed.

Did the sheep care if I was flat on my back?

Nope. They went straight for the grain.

As for “Moka the Wonder Dog” who was with me and who normally can be counted on to CHASE sheep, 13 year old Moka is about completely deaf now and besides she likes sheep food as well. No help there.

So I flipped over and somewhat out, tossed the scoop, lid and light, put my hands on the floor and stood up totally covered in dry and fresh sheep manure. This means getting undressed on the porch after a hike back to the house in the dark. I hope they were happy.

I know my wife got a kick out of the sheep Ed-tipping when I had to tell her why she found batteries in the sheep building.

Last night at dusk Debbie and I go out to lock up the devils and only six showed up! Off in the field you could hear one sheep making a kind of stifled cry. I walked over expecting to find a coyote wounded animal.

It seems this Ed-tipping has become a new game with my flock. This time it was one of their own. One ewe was trapped on her back with all four legs sticking straight up, helpless. The others must have bumped her as she was getting up and she tumbled into a small depression in the ground near a rock and was like a turtle on her back.

Let this be a warning for potential trespassers in my pasture. You could be next.