On this drizzly morning a few sheep have ambled into the back orchard. Among them is The Major. He is not some stand-offish sort of ram who looks down his nose at the rest of the flock.
He is content to graze near the newly emerging daffodils that line the rock wall.
He is, at heart, a simple soul. Modest and unassuming.
Yet there are times when he stands amid the daffodils and thinks deep thoughts.
Along with the rest of the flock, he has endured the long months of winter. Now he sometimes takes his ease, and lies down on beds of flowers.
How we shall miss The Major.
He is content to graze near the newly emerging daffodils that line the rock wall.
He is, at heart, a simple soul. Modest and unassuming.
Yet there are times when he stands amid the daffodils and thinks deep thoughts.
Along with the rest of the flock, he has endured the long months of winter. Now he sometimes takes his ease, and lies down on beds of flowers.
How we shall miss The Major.
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5 comments:
I'll miss seeing fresh pictures of the Major too - such an heroic set of horns!!! And such a lovely pastoral setting.
Janet
The Major's horns are fantastic. He must have quite a few years behind him. I am going to miss your blog so much. May God bless you in whatever the future holds for you and Greg.
So many things you will miss.
But what wonderful memories and what adventures lie before you ...
Keep sharing ...
the major is beautiful. i am sure we will all miss seeing him. take care...
This creature is absolutely stunning!
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