Fate and the Spell of “Herding”

Fate goes into a kind of a trance after “herding” the sheep.

She reminds me of Frieda when she used to take off into the woods and come back hours later, exhausted.  On the few times when I actually found Frieda when she ran into he woods, she would be in hunting mode.  Quiet as a tiger and so focused she didn’t even acknowledge me when I was standing right in front of her.

Fate’s a wild thing in her own way.  When she’s under the spell of herding, there’s no getting through to her.

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