The sheep are in full-shedding mode now.
Sometimes they leave their winter coats hanging on the fences.
But often, they leave their hair where it falls, among the clover and grasses.
The sight of a white patch in the pasture stops me. Is that a lamb out there? A stray cat?
Upon checking it out, I discover that it's just sheep fiber, the last bit of winter falling to the ground.
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