Friday, April 27, 2012
Once there was just Nuzzle. Then there was a parade of different breeds of sheep.
I wonder, are they like dogs, sniffing the butts of the one in front?
Some sheep look impassive; others have amazing horns.
Naturally there's herding dog to keep them moving.
The sheep and their companions (the dog and the knitter) have gone off to be among their people, the spinners and weavers. I miss them.