It is a ballet, a beautiful thing, it lifts my heart to see them running so joyously and quickly, it is their natural selves unleashed, a kind of ballet for me. The snow gives the ballet a depth and timelessness, a stage setting that is beautiful and uplifting. When they come in, panting, they drink some water and then settled down to sleep.
Red sleeps for an hour or so, Fate is up and at the door if five minutes, ready to go. She loves the ballet. It is not sheepherding, but she loves it anyway.