Come to find out, photographing other's sheep is WAY easier than photographing my own. You get that "Who the heck are you and what is that in your hand?" thirty-second hesitation before they come and try to eat your camera strap. The rams at Sheep Street were particularly curious about the camera. You can just tell he's wondering if it tastes good.
From the get go I've insisted that I don't want a ram. And that I don't want to become a breeder. I just wanted to have fiber pets. But seeing these guys up close in all their rugged handsomeness makes my knees weak.
This one below reminds me of a dog my Aunt Martha used to have many moons ago. Don't you just love his bi-colored horns? I wasn't just enamored with the boys either. This shy little girl stole my heart.
If I thought I would have gotten away with it I would have tried to stick her in my pocket and bring her home with me. I just love her. We bonded. We made a connection. We're meant to be together.
I'll be back my little friend. I'll be back.