One might think I am obsessed with sheep. I’m not really. I mean, I don’t have a collection of little sheep figurines or anything. I don’t count sheep when I can’t sleep.
Here’s the thing…I am 53 years old and have moved (if I counted correctly) 32 times in my life. This is the first time I have lived somewhere that it is normal to see a shepherd and a flock of sheep grazing (the sheep are grazing, not the shepherd) in a field as we drive down the road. The fact that a shepherd and his flock of sheep are currently staying here on the property and grazing (the sheep are grazing, not the shepherd) on the weeds in the vineyard is just pretty darn cool to me!
I want to get close and capture photos and videos but also be respectful to the shepherd and not upset the flock or the dogs. We’ve gotten close a few times in the past couple of days but yesterday was the best day!
We came home from Sitges and they were grazing in the vines along the road so we slowed down and snapped a few shots through the open car window and greeted the shepherd. I was thrilled.
Then we took a walk as the sun was starting to set and hit the jackpot. Again being respectful and keeping a distance but we were able to watch them for a while.
We noticed the whispy bits on the vines floating in the breeze and illuminated by the setting sun.
They are bits of wool from the sheep. We joked about finding some wool in our wine and now knowing where it came from.
Seriously, how gorgeous is this scene?!
The grass is always greener…
And then with a few short whistles from the shepherd, they made their way out of the vines and back to their pen. So cool to watch.
We sighed contentedly and walked back home talking about how special this place is.
Other sheepish posts you might enjoy:
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