I was writing the last entry, a few hours ago when the phone rang. Carl the Ranger had been called by the Police about sheep running loose on the Nyabing road. That could be pretty serious for someone travelling at 110 KPH in the dark. Unfortunately Carl had imbibed few drinks already and being a sensible lad, quite rightly decided he should not drive. So I did. We headed out in the ranger truck.
A couple of klicks out past the airfield we found the sheep. Not just a few in a mob but a whole flock of around a hundred and fifty or so! Spotlight and flashy orange lights on we started herding them along the road, looking for the gate they had come out from. A few cars came along and seeing the lights, slowed and stopped as we drove the sheep by. One of the drivers commented gratefully that she would never have seen the sheep in time had we not been there. I like to think we saved a life, if only that of one or two sheep.
We could not find a field to put them in so eventually we guided them onto the airfield. This got them off the road but was not the ideal solution because there was always a possibility of the Flying Doctor having to make a landing – for example to pick up someone seriously injured when their car ran into a sheep.
At last we found a gate that was not padlocked and drove the flock through to the field beyond. Now they were safe from cars and planes. The sheep owners and the landowners can sort things out between them later.
Job well done.
And that is Saturday Night in Katanning.