As soon as I walked through the gate the familiar smell accosted me and brought back a surge of memories. Those days of shepherding mine own flock hold a store of pleasant reminiscences. The visit to this farm was rather impromptu, a friend stopped by and wanted to know if we could ride out with her and her grandson. We held fuzzy lambs, caressed peeping baby chicks, and listened to the open communication between the ewes and their babies.
A curious one appeared at the barnyard as interested as we were in the goingonness of the barnyard.
