One of the Flock

I am a sheep

Early in the morning, preferably before sunrise, I like to get out and see if I can find a nice location and take a few photographs. I was driving through the Cotswold Hills, near Broadway, and, as I glanced out the window, something seemed not quite right with one particular flock of sheep. I stopped the car and fitted my zoom. This red deer moved among the sheep as if she were part of the flock. The way she looked at me as I took photographs, I could almost imagine her doing a Jedi mind trick on me – ‘this is not a deer, it’s a sheep’.

I guess, as a lone red deer, the herding instinct is strong – safety in number and all that. A flock of sheep is as good as anything else.