Tuesday 11 June 2013

The charge of the white brigade



Impelled by who knows what threat,
pulled perhaps by a distant but urgent call
from the valley,
sheep started to stream down the hill 
towards us


their little cloven hooves thundering like race horses'


until finally they slowed to a halt 
and turned to examine us with their 
letterbox eyes,
passive and inscrutable.


Emergency? What emergency?

6 comments:

  1. Playing British Bulldog , perhaps ?

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  2. Oh Lucille, I do like those photos. Perhaps the ewes just wanted you to see their new lambs. Aren't they lovely? The sunlight is so golden, adding to the overall beauty of the view.

    xo

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  3. Wait till they do that in the dead of night, letterbox eyes looking, looking.......

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  4. There is nothing so empty as the minds of sheep...

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  5. Laughing my head off at Rachel's comment......

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  6. Maybe they just fancied a run down the hill, the ewes giving a running-down-hill lesson to the lambs. :)

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