In the morning the sun hits the Pole Barn, the only time of day it is not in shade. The sheep gather in a line in the back and stare out at the world. When they usually see me, they bunch up, assuming I have a dog. This morning, I didn’t, and they came closer to me, to sniff me. The dogs have affected my relationship with the sheep, they are wary of me.

And I guess I look at the sheep the way dogs do, as something to be moved around. After years with border collies, I look at sheep the way they do.