As soon as the rearguard passed the waiting man, the dog took off again, streaking as rapidly as before. Bewildered, I was just about to say, “Oh, he’s running away.” Then I sighted him on a distant hillock where one ewe with her two lambs were still grazing. As soon as he got to the ewe’s heels, she and her babies raced toward the shepherd, as did the dog, whom I had by now identified as a Border Collie.
I never knew sheep could run so fast, nor had I ever realized how much smaller the Border Collie was than the sheep. The dog not only chased them, he also kept them in formation. He actually rounded them up. There seemed to be no way for a recalcitrant ewe or her offspring to run off to the sides.
Suddenly, eerily, I had a flashback: an image I’d forgotten from years and years ago
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish