Every now and then, I walk out into the pasture without Red or another border. The sheep look at me suspiciously, as if expecting Red to pop out my pocket at any moment. Sheep are not the brightest creatures in the world, but like chickens, they are smart about what they need to be smart about.

Once they were satisfied Red was not with me, they sidled up to me and sniffed my pockets, hoping for a great. I don’t give treats to sheep, they get too pushy. But it is nice to visit with them once in awhile.