Meetings with curious sheep, all serendipidous and unplanned; but were they really sheep?

These two sheep were browsing under woodland up the Tarset valley in north west Northumberland, almost in Scotland. They clearly showed the effects of the local weather but whether they were wethers is unknown.

Not all that far away we encountered a lovely-looking flock of 6-month-old lambs in valley pasture. It was a bit disconcerting to see a double-headed lamb half looking at us, as it were, but it did not appear to be in any discomfort. Perhaps it will grow up to be twice as brainy as a normal sheep.

 

 

And back to Suffolk for another ovine looking at us, this time downwards; but definitely not a real sheep. I know this edges perilously near to religious devotees who see the Blessed Virgin in a soup bowl and Jesus in some spilt milk but surely it is not my imagination alone which can see a large sheep’s head, probably of a White-faced Woodland,, looking domineeringly down from out of the clouds: the ears, the furrowed brow, two eyes, a noble nose and, in the distance, lips merging with the darker clouds. The image had disintegrated a minute later but what does it Mean? Did it indeed ever exist? Is, one has to ponder, God a sheep?