I like sheep

I like sheep. A lot. They are comforting, endearing and daft. Perhaps qualities I aspire to. Plus they live in wild places and remind me of home and the moors. The wadensee dyke has been full of sheep, big hunky sheep and their lambs. Often laid out splat on the tarmac where I cycle, head and neck stretched out and one eye just a fraction open. Not fussed about me pedalling by. I decide they have expressive ears. “You plonker” one lamb’s ears protest to his clumsy sibling lamb who almost tumbles down the slope. It somehow reminds me of my nephews (though not their ears).Read more