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?
Playing British Bulldog , perhaps ?
ReplyDeleteOh 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.
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Wait till they do that in the dead of night, letterbox eyes looking, looking.......
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing so empty as the minds of sheep...
ReplyDeleteLaughing my head off at Rachel's comment......
ReplyDeleteMaybe they just fancied a run down the hill, the ewes giving a running-down-hill lesson to the lambs. :)
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