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Tuesday 28 August 2018

Sheep writing



The mother sheep followed me along the path, picking up her pace as she realised I was within touching distance of her lamb.  She let out a loud low bleat which echoed across the paddock. The sleeping lamb lifted it’s head and turned toward us, before slowly returning to it’s sleep.  As the sheep got closer and closer, I thought about whether I should turn and run. I began to panic, “Was she going to attack me?” Holding my breath, I froze.  I sighed as the sheep dodged me and ran protectively towards it’s lamb. “Phew, that was a close call.”

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