There were fat sheep and skinny sheep, old sheep and baby lambs, white sheep and black sheep, sleeping sheep and playing sheep. There were speckled sheep and horny - I mean horned - sheep. Okay, that's a joke, I said "horny" instead of horned the first time I saw one with horns, and it just stuck. Oh well.
But my favorites were the “tame” sheep. While we were walking to the youth hostel on Iona, we saw a bunch of sheep in the middle of the road. I told Amie that I wanted to try to pet one, so she had her camera ready. The first few sheep ran away as we approached, but one stayed in the road without being fazed. So I reached out my hand and petted his head. He just looked at me. Then another sheep started heading over towards me like, “Hey, what about me? I want my head scratched too!” So I petted him too. When we started walking away, the first one followed us for a bit. It was like “Mary had a little lamb”! Too cool!
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Abigail will have to see this post. She will be most jealous. Very fun.
Well, you finally got to pet the sheep. Took long enough.
Mom
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