Little Boy Blue

'the sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn...'
well, today the cows were in the wood and the sheep went awol: the cows were where they were meant to be and the sheep decided where they wanted to be and upped sticks to take themselves there.
Clever things sheep: good memories, cool decision-makers, fun-loving...hardly need a shepherd or Bo Peep, just leave the gates open...
Nothing could have been more sensible, it's just that they thought of it before I did.
The snow was still lying on the high ground and it's that time of year when the sun doesn't manage to reach one corner of the farm so, one group of ovine youngsters trekked off to pastures new and were finally 'found' even though they had never thought of themselves as 'lost', in the relatively balmy (!), still-full-of-grass L-shaped field, blissfully happy.
And, even better, our three (relatively) ancient ewes who had been living for years, in a paddock with a little house with gates eternally open, suddenly felt the need of sun on their woolly backs and expeditioned up and up 'til they found some.
Now, depite what time this Blog might say it was posted, my computer, in perfect agreement with the BBC, says it is 1.20am and, for no particular reason I feel like writing: 'the primrose path of dalliance'.
I am re-re-re reading Hamlet and oh! how harsh Laertes and Polonius are to Ophelia. Letting the head rule the heart may be good council in theory but the heart has a mind of its own too and can't be kept on a leash indefinitely...
That's it; philosophising over for now!