The void only an atmospheric silence can create, had drawn my gaze across the field. My curiosity was immediately handed back by an assertive, implicit warning that I was to venture no closer. Before moving on, I noticed other sentries standing watch and patrolling the perimeter. Even aerial approaches had been covered.
I’ve often wondered on the motives of sheep. They may look like they blindly follow each other around; but to me it’s too ordered for thoughtless action. They are more like organised gangs, and here, right under this tree, I’d stumbled on a Dafadione family ‘sit down’.