On a recent morning while walking to let the sheep out to graze, I felt charmed by the path they’d made. When I was young our dairy farm was covered with cow paths.  One of my favorite past times was to follow those trails through the pastures and woods on the back of my horse.  I loved that the cows had their own route to travel around the farm. I always appreciated that they’d made my life a whole lot easier and perfered to follow their well worn trail than blaze my own. Now our sheep are wearing their own paths. The sheep don’t always walk single file but they do often enough for me to still find it remarkably orderly of them. They remind me of a group of kindergarteners moving towards their classroom, or the bus home. I’ll have pay closer attention to see if they take turns being the leader. This is probably unlikely because Georgia (our donkey, boss of all things sheep) can be counted on to mix things up depending on her mood. Happy trails (or paths) to you !  Jen


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