Each season brings its own beauty with it. Displaying the surroundings like a proud parent on the first day of “big” school. Winter has a water colour, washed out look about it. Not faded, old and tired but content and happy with quiet confidence. Like old money. It is there and worn with pride but not gaudy and loud.
After a walk, looking over work done during the day, the flock of sheep are called into the camp. I clap my hands and shout “scapo….scapo” (which means … sheep sheep come home … in sheep language) They are creatures of habit and find the small camp near the house warm and inviting, and once the gate is closed, it is a safe haven from the jackal that call to each other across the valley from early evening. They choose to sleep up in the corner of the camp which is raised on a hill, close to the house electric fence and has the dim comforting glow of the house night lights.
winter 2019
Pink Farm Chick 