When at the farm, I am always tempted to drape myself over the railings of the enclosures and watch the diminutive curly children for hours at a time, and I often forget to take a picture although the Pentax or the Lumix is usually slung around my neck.
There is a timeless and very restful rhythm to a few hours spent among the the sheep, unless (of course) one is a watchful shepherd in the month of March, ever short on sleep and dazzled by the morning sunshine after a night spent in the darkness of the lambing pens.
I love sheeps. :)
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