Sheep have been domesticated for so long that, like cows, I don’t think of them as ever having been wild.
But every once in a while they do something that reminds me there was a time when sheep were not bred and kept by humans and had very different lives.
I see it when they butt heads for reasons I can’t understand. And in their strange horizontal pupils which allow them to see almost behind them while grazing with their heads down.
And I saw it in this picture I took of the sheep grazing a few weeks ago. There’s something about it, maybe it’s their determination to graze even when most of the pasture is covered in snow, that makes them look wild to me.
As if we were strangers and I just happened upon them unexpectedly in their natural habitat.
