The Sunday Stroll

Watch sheep grazing in a field and they look such contented creatures.

They‘re not.

Sheep always think the grass is greener elsewhere. And, given half a chance, they’ll set out to prove it.

I came upon these three today. Obviously bored with the same old field, they’d decided to take a Sunday afternoon stroll to see if a different patch of grass took their fancy.

They were in no hurry. Leisurely ambled their way along the road until they found a spot more to their liking.

No matter if they held up the traffic (me). No matter if they had a muttering farmer searching up and down the valley for them.

Nope, as long as they could satisfy themselves that greener grass was indeed greener, that’s all that mattered.

That’s sheep for you.

Comments

[jeand]

I loved this story. Hope your sheep found contentment at last.