Last weekend, I went out to Greenfield in my capacity as the local Twist Collective representative and current guardian of the box of sweaters, to display the beauties and comment over a microphone at the Franklin County Fiber Twist. Perhaps the most vivid 20 minutes of the entire weekend happened at daybreak at Barb Parry's farm, where I had enjoyed a good night's sleep and a breathtaking awakening to the blush of dawn over the Connecticut River valley filled with morning fog, Mt. Monadnock glowering off in the distance, and about a dozen little black sheep shapes nestled together in the glisten of frost-covered grass about 20 feet from my bedroom window. Barb administered coffee, and we went off to let the sheep into their paddocks for breakfast. There was some confusion when we arrived in our matching black Highlanders, because the rams didn't know what to make of two cars like Barbara's. They blinked at me for a moment
then Barb whistled, and there was a break for it . . .
I love the light in that last one. They filed through the gate,
to their breakfast, butting and leaping about as rams will do in the crisp morning competition for food and, well, you know. Then Barb went to let the girls through their own gate
I love the ears of that moorit ewe. She's so excited to see Barb, but their energy is entirely different from the boys'. They were so much more patient and sweet about the whole transaction.
Here's a cropped version of the picture so you can get a better look at the expressions. So cute.