Scott and I enjoyed a quiet breakfast today in his small Montana hometown. It was 50 degrees outside and such a beautiful blue sky morning, we decided to read the police blotter. This is a very entertaining event, because in small towns, the wildest things happen:
-A caller reported illegal dumping at the high school Dumpster. It turned out that the person was an employee of the high school and had been doing some cleanup.
-Services were rendered to a resident who reported a raccoon acting like it wanted in to the house. An officer responded but determined the animal was not rabid but wanted cat food that was stored there.
-A welfare check was made on an elderly resident whose family could not reach her. The cats had knocked her phone off the hook but the resident was fine.
-Heifers were reported on the railroad right of way. The owners were located and the animals cleared off the railroad.
-Services were rendered to a visitor to the area whose husband was overdue from a fishing trip. The fisherman was located by officers. He was all right but had become tired and decided to take a nap and slept longer than he intended to.
-A complaint was made of a pickup truck parked at a local business. It had a badger tied to it. An officer could not locate the owner but did remove the badger from the bumper and put it in the back of the truck instead.
There were dire reports of sheep in the road, erratic drivers, etc. You gotta love small town life.
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