"There was a shepherd the other day up at Findon Fair who had come from the east by Lewes with sheep, and who had in his eyes that reminiscence of horizons which makes the eyes of shepherds and of mountaineers different from the eyes of other men." ~ Hillaire Belloc
In an upper meadow, our neighbour has Suffolk sheep. The lambs are all gone now, except for a few that will be kept. We came to our farm too late to see the lambs when they were wee in the spring. Now the old ones range over the meadow with matted and tangled underbellies, and a bit of an attitude.
I think sometimes of being a shepherd. But I would not be the frilly-dressed and bonneted figure of Bo-Peep fame. Under my girly shepherd cape, I would be a bold and fearless shepherd who climbs trees and chases away coy-wolves with my staff.
For now, I will look forward to my neighbour's spring lambs.
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