Sunday, May 02, 2010
Sheep of dusk
Each night I bleat for them, and they leave their work in the lavender field behind, and rushing to me in a cluster, in their safety zone of the flock. They each have a place in it and each has a distinct personality, just like any other extended family. I get very cranky when people say sheep are stupid. Not true, they just think like sheep, knowing the safety of the flock is what will keep them alive from predators. I challenge a group of 10 people to spend a week in bobcat-cougar-coyote territory with no tents, no guns, just themselves to ward off predators.