September 17, 2007 – Cool, sunny. Everytime I take the sheep out to graze, it seems to be a different experience. Different things happen, with the dogs or other animals. Last night, Emma came and hid from the sheep, as usual, the first picture. Then my sheepherding barn cat Mother, appeared as she always does, to annoy Rose and keep an eye on things. Then, finally, there was this picture of the softness of sheep, the vaguely spiritual stirring I get when I see them grazing comfortably. These different perspectives are why I love being an occasional shepherd.

  Emma hiding from the sheep, unusual for a border collie

Mother, my herding barn cat

The sheep don’t care