Across the street from my house, when I lived in New York,there was a rickety looking big old barn.
The field where the barn was located was pretty,rolling hills and sheep dotting those hills, it was always quiet.
I was in the barn once and got to listen to a new baby lamb ....barely walking,all wobbly and tiny and fussing for mama to feed him.
Also in the barn were the Highlanders.
I grew up in the South and cattle and horses were ordinary sights but a big old barn full of sheep..Highland cattle and 1 little baby Highlander calf just grabbed me..
The sounds, sights and scents,were familiar but as an adult with no one expected to yell at me to get away from those smelly animals! I could stay there as long as I wanted..
I don't want to live on a farm but after living in such a totally opposite sort of location and atmosphere,as I am now,... I realize how charmed I was, by the familiar yet totally different.. I think I might like being there again.
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