I know there are all kinds of colloquial phrases regarding sheep and how they are managed by their shepherd. Because I can’t manage to put my finger on a positive one (is ‘lambs to the slaughter’ colloquial?), I will let you fill in the blank here. Now if you can move past that rather awkward intro, I would like to introduce you to the neighborhood herd.
These sheep were around in the Spring but they were nestled in the foothills about a mile away. I saw them on occasion whilst running with my dog. I stumbled across them again earlier this Fall while hiking near Deer Valley.
I suppose they have moved into my hood because all the other open land surrounding my place is littered with orange vests and shotguns. Who would want to see Mary’s little lambs mistaken for a buck?
They just wander around eating everything in sight, leaving behind brown nuggets. I don’t mind them too much, their behavior is so interesting that I just sit and stare. My staring doesn’t seem to bother them. Some of them even seem to enjoy the attention and posed for the camera. I wonder where they go when the weather turns?
Prevent the Re-run: Wander out into your neighborhood and check out the scenes. I bet you will notice something new there that you may never seen before.