Written for Crispina’s Sunday Picture Post –
To The North. Here’s where the image took me.
Geraldine the ewe wore her number with pride. Blue Six. Not Blue Four, not Blue Twelve …. Six. She’d been told it meant nothing, just a farmer’s tally, but Geraldine suspected otherwise.
Her twins, however, were less impressed.
“We want lunch,” announced the pink-eared one on the left.
“We want lunch NOW,” clarified the one on the right, whose ears were, if anything, even more pink.
Geraldine sighed the sigh of a sheep who has explained the concept of “in a minute” approximately four hundred times before noon.
In the distance, a darker sheep grazed quietly. Unbothered. Children content.
Geraldine watched her for a long moment.
“Must be nice,” she thought, wistfully.
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