Little Flocks
The Sheep I grew up in the upper Midwest, in a small community near the United States’ sheep capital. I could drive past farms and sale pens and see hundreds of sheep—large and small flocks. But my favorite time of year was spring, when little lambs with fresh fleeces danced in the fields and played beside their mothers. Their wool was always the brightest white, and their faces so sweet. They were endearing and curious. The older sheep had thick, … Continue reading →










