The old sheep spending their last summer here are different than the others. They stay very close together. Their breathing is labored. Even in the heat, they struggle to keep their heads up too long and they lean their heads on one another. Unlike younger sheep, they are all accepting of this. They stay close together. They seem a community to me, suffering the heat, flies and gnats in silence. I think of connection.  In the morning, I will go see them at sunrise again.