Here's Rocky's 2010 spring photo. He's out in the pasture, the day has barely begun and the air is cool. The vultures have yet to begin thermal surfing and the day is still a little on the cloudy side. He knew it was me, slowly walking towards him through the pasture, familiar camera in my hands. He baaa'd just a little in his sheepy baritone. I knelt in front of him when I got there, my face in his face, and he rubbed his knobby head all over me shedding short straight sheep fur all over me. We breathed each other's breaths. And we smiled.
I've written of Rocky many times over the last two years, most recently here. I think about him all of the time. And smile...
Happy Spring Everyone!