I can move on.
It has been a long time coming, 25 years to be exact.
Over the years I have tried to get what I consider to be the perfect sheep shot. On every attempt I failed.
Each time I lifted my camera the flock turned to show me their bums in a seemingly considered and choreographed gesture.
Maybe sheep sense that I wasn’t born in sheep country, that I don’t speak their language, don’t get their culture or their social habits.
Perhaps I give them too much credit, but I have a feeling that sheep are more deliberate than most people think.
I suppose they got bored with me trying and in the end relented.
Peace at last.