There are fewer things more peaceful for me than to see a sheep with a full belly, out on green grass, resting. Sheep are prey animals, they stay together. At the slightest movement, they are up and banding together. Today, our third day on grass, the sheep’s bellies were filling up, and Biddy lay down to wait for the others to finish. For some reason, this sooths my restless soul, and warms my heart.