"Look at the sky," I told my husband. "The sky is spectacular tonight."
The moon was nearly full, and the stars, so bright and welcoming, unlike the cold, distant sky of winter.
The sheep must have thought so too.
For, in the early morning sheep check, the sheep were not under the barn's overhang, the spot where they've snoozed every night this winter.
Instead, I found them in the pasture, sleeping on green spring grass, under the blanket of stars.