Sunday, February 22, 2009
People who assume sheep lack personality, dignity, or character have never met my Sal. He is my favorite of the flock, and I say that without apology. Sal's a lion of a sheep, and every time I look at him I wonder what he has already figured out about me. I was outside feeding them this morning and he hung beside my waist to get scratched on the head. In the wind his dreadlocks blew around his face as the storm picked up. I scratched his head and noticed a small cut. I thought about the bag balm inside, and made a note to bring it out at evening check in. There was probably a haiku in there somewhere, but instead I took a photograph.