I’m learning sheep. I’ve managed French, Castilian and Catalan, but sheep is a headache. It’s a body language – principally because they are all body, and little brain. Steering them (out of a field, into another), feeding them, having them lie down so I can check their feet – all of this is a complex of persuasion, limited choices and, eventually, brawn.
But they are so delightful when they are wee.
|The Ram with Hay Fever|