I had a long post typed up venting my irritation over the North American vs British Soay controversy, but I decided it wasn’t worth spoiling the tone of my blog with a detailed rant about an issue that only a few people know exists and even fewer care about. Maybe someday I’ll post it, or I might delete it entirely, but for now it will stay in my draft folder where I can read it whenever I run across something particularly snobbish.
I kept trying to write, but it always ended up sounding angry and frustrated. So I decided to walk away from the keyboard and go outside for a while.
My wonderful little flock is happily grazing and blissfully unaware that a lot of Soay breeders think it’s wrong for sheep like them to exist. Nova’s ridiculously hard to photograph; she’s standing right behind Princess.
My exuberant puppy is relaxing for once, chilling under a tree eating a particularly yummy grass stem. Sometimes I think he interprets the term “sheepdog” a little too literally.
Even my regal ram is feeling magnanimous enough to share the Clubhouse shade with Barney. I’m hoping it’s the beginning of a trend.
I feel a lot better now. It’s just too nice a day to stay upset very long.