When the sheep come down into town from their summer camp on the mountain, there is excitement in the air. This year most are coming by truck as sheep camp moved farther north this year. Watching the ewes and lambs come down off the truck is a real sight. Noise, shuffling, poop flying, and when they do finally touch ground they pop like popcorn~ jumping everywhere!
They are happy to be back.
Our old community corral is well used. Many pens, many men, many sheep. In order to separate herds the long chutes are used to move them from one pen to another. Gates open and close with ranchers watchful eyes and hands, looking for brands, chalk marks, ear tags, long tails, and age.
I love these kind of days. When the air is cool and sweet and the sheep are spry. They keep us on our toes. I have missed their silly faces and their woolly fluff.
Watching, my head is swirling with the imagery and symbolism of thousands of years of sheep herding and tending. All around the world the sheep are moving~
It's also time for the Trailing of the Sheep festival in Sun Valley, Idaho. We go every year and this year I get to bring a photographic collection from the blessed barnyard. I am nervous and excited, you know that feeling? I will post the collection this weekend and hopefully you will say a simple prayer for me that I don't pass out on stage (lol!).
With love & loads of lambs,