The Old Sheep get up in the night and graze in the cooler pasture. In the daytime, they cling to each other, huddle together, conserve their energy in the heat. They are getting used to me, letting me get closer to them. They are beautiful, touching in the gentle way in which they treat one another, something I have not seen before in sheep. They are opening my eyes to another side of these animals, who also talk to us if we listen.

They are telling me this: accept your life, this is all there is. Do not waste it on anger and pity and loss and fear.