Just up our road there's a really large hill that is owned by our neighbors. They don't have their dairy cows anymore and so the land isn't being actively grazed. This hill is massive.
It can be seen from all over our county - a patch of green amongst the woodlands. We are lucky enough to be able to hike the hill frequently. And quite a hike it is. I just don't know how the dogs fly up it at warp speed - looking back at me saying - "Come on, what's taking you so long."
Our sheep have been helping out with the mowing of the hill. They started all the way at the bottom. Every day, The Farmer moves the fences just a bit higher. Now they are so high, you can't even see them anymore.
This weekend it was perfectly beautiful. Julia and I made the trek up the hill and helped move the fences even higher. As we climbed higher and higher, the sheep eventually came into view.
I looked at them and couldn't believe the luck - puffy clouds and puffy sheep in full fleece. It was pretty magical.
And then, amongst them all, a brand new little black lamb born to a yearling ewe. Very bright and doing beautiful up there, enjoying the view.
Lucky sheep. Lucky us. Hope you too had a lovely long weekend. Aaahhhhhh, back to the every day.