I'd love to be milling around with these Northumbrian sheep, in greener pastures, instead of fretting about booklists and schedules and things that knot my neck and shoulder muscles.
How I would love to let out a good "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
And I do like this quote about sheep:
Another night I dreamed I heard heavenly music sounding in my ears, and a flock of sheep was gathering round it. When the music ceased, the sheep leaped for joy, and ran together, shaking their heads; and one shook his head almost off, and seemed to have nothing but ears.
—Joanna Southcott (religious prophetess—perhaps not an unenviable occupation?)
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Sheep near Humshaugh
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