My sheep hear my voice and they know me.
🙂 And it’s hear not here…though, HERE sounds really good, too! (Hate my typos.)
The typos can be fun–Christine Moran (Journey Into Poetry) and I have begun a new lexicon with ours! God bless you today.
I love these pics – especially the second one with those hurly gurly eyes wondering what you are up to.
She is looking back at her master wondering if he will mind them going out through the gate. The man the sheep are following owns the farm my bro-in-law uses to house and graze them. Sounds like there may be a different metaphor here. 🙂 The story of the man is kind of cool: He had a heart attack and had lost his zest for life. By boarding the sheep, he has been given a new lease on life with joy in the care of the animals. Definitely another metaphor in there. 🙂
This is great! Notice like HIS sheep, there is always that one who looks around at dangers and if even for a fleeting moment, toys with the idea of wondering off. 🙂
My thoughts exactly. 🙂
my, those sheeps are fat and hairy. and one’s wondering why the turnstile is not working again, this time, ahaha. 😉
They sure needed to be hairy since it was -40 degrees!
-40 degrees! i won’t live in that cold, ms. lilly. and the sheeps could even pose for the cam! 😉
It was very nippy!
it’s really cold in Canada, ma’am, where you came from? i once applied for work in Canada and got accepted, ahaha. but the idea of the cold gave me cold feet, lol… 😉
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