Looking at Ewe

The first of the backblips, and the last I will be able to manage tonight as this infernal computer is going even slower than usual.

This was one of very few photos taken today. It's one of the Scottish Blackface ewes in the fields around Black Moss where Bob the Cat goes to spend his holidays. It was a dreary, rainy morning and we had a long drive ahead of us from Cumbria to Southampton to see my Dad for a few days.

It occurred to me looking at this ewe, that if I was minded, I could do a daily series of sheep portraits - rather like jkj10's Challenge journal, just less interesting. There is as much variation in the features and markings of sheep faces as there is in humans, only most of us aren't tuned in to recognise them.

Wifie's father was a farmer, and he kept Mashams and other sheep breeds. One day he was looking through some old photographs, and in one was a flock of his sheep. He pointed at one of the sheep, and in strong Yorkshire dialect and accent said "By, that were a good yaw (ewe)". 10+ years on and he could still recognise individual sheep.

A journal of sheep portraits? Of passing interest to a farmer, perhaps. But what farmer has the time or inclination to spend their spare time looking at blip?

ps It's a little bit of moss hanging from her mouth - possibly Pseudoscleropodium purum.