Monday, February 18, 2008

Wooly Gone.



Today I found our feral sheep, Wooly, lying dead on the forest floor. Not unexpected, she had finally been unable to stay on her feet. Over the past couple of weeks she spent more and more time lying down and became less and less nervous of human contact. Just yesterday I made another attempt to get her on her feet but she was too weak. A bowl of water was the best we could do for her.

This is no tragedy though: she lived an unsheep-like independent life among the woods and fields and finding her stretched out in a sunbeam seemed a remarkably suitable and happy end.

5 comments:

Mary Z said...

Hi Bill - thanks for sending me the link to your blog. Looking forward to reading more when I have time. Which island are you on? My cousin lives on Lasqueti.

Mary Z said...

And an artist, too! I love your Dragongate. Is there a post on how that came to be?

Bill said...

Mary, Yes, if you dig back a ways you will find the description of dragongate`s genesis. Glad you like it . Bill.

Mary Z said...

I finally found the post about the Dragongate. Is your island anywhere near Lasqueti? I'm a painter, too, and do love all the artwork you post with your entries.

Bill said...

Mary, Glad you like the artwork. Lasquiti is a days sail north of here. Jedadiah island, mentioned in an early post (Sailing up the coast photo) is right beside your cousin`s island. Bill.