...I don't regret. Not at all. "Walk with me with a flock of sheep through the fields of clover, grasses and wildflowers—imagine." And here, we bring home Jane, a lovely and wonderful Dorper. Those days are long gone, but it was a personal challenge—and we took it on. Through tragedy and purpose, we ended up with a flock of sheep on our land. I bonded with them immediately: they are prey...and so was I. For five years, I smelled them, learned them, loved them...and cherished their every birth and step. I pray to sheep...I honor them. HONOR.
Gentle prey. Wise and loving.