Spring has sprung!
"I hope that two people can grow together, side by side, and bring joy to each other, without one having to be crushed so that the other may stay strong. Perhaps maturing is also to let others be. To allow myself to what I am."
'Changing,' by Liv Ullmann
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Black faced sheep near Plockton, Lochalsh. They are hardy souls, thriving on often inadequate grazing. They make great Mothers, will see off any threat without hesitation. They are also the backbone of the Scottish sheep industry, their fleece which is springy and coarse can be found in many Axminster and Wilton carpets. I once had a black faced sheep named after me, for her apparent ‘dignity, bearing and obvious intelligence.’ I don’t know what happened to Stephanie the Sheep, last I heard, she was sold to someone called Catriona the Hen, but that’s another story.
(Photo credit goes to Frank Heumann, Sheep Whisperer Extraordinaire)