Sheep also get loose. They get in the garden. They eat the crops. If tethered, they will always turn in the same direction so that, instead of a 14-foot radius, they are down to three, or one, or none. And there they stand, bleating their heads off, not knowing how they got that way. You go out there; you untangle them, and you do this so many times that you finally abandon the tethering technique altogether. Then you have to go out more often, bringing them buckets to tip over, counting heads to be sure they are all there -- and they’re not. Sure enough, here comes your neighbor with the ram in tow saying, “Hey, your lawnmower got away again!”
Other times, it’s not very amusing, Wandering aimlessly in unwittingly blithe stupidity, sheep can find themselves in big fat trouble. Sometimes they get stranded on a dangerous precipice with no place left to turn. They cry out, hoping the Good Shepherd will find them and bring them back to safety. He can, and He does. Even when they wander right straight out onto the precipice again.
Oh we, like sheep!