Rosemary is settling in, getting closer, letting us get close. She’s coming to terms with the existence of Red, which rattled her for a day or two, I continue to be impressed by her stately bearing, her proud posture, her eagerness to walk in front of the flock, her beautiful wool.

She  has stopped looking for her former flock and is settling in with this one. Zelda was the leader our sheep, but I sense that she is deferring to Rosemary, she seems happy to turn the reins over. Rosemary is looking me in the eye, these days, and focusing on her new home. This, to me, is a sign of intelligence in a sheep. She is quite beautiful, and her bearing is impressive.

Her previous owner fell on hard times, but I feel that Rosemary was well treated and quite grounded. She was getting a lot of feed before, we only do that in  the dead of winter. Rosemary will be slimming down a bit. When I approached her with the camera today (the IR for this shot) she stood her ground and looked me in the eye.