SHELTERING SHEEP
Shortly after two o'clock yesterday, noticed that the sheep were missing from the hill I can see from one of our windows. In the morning they had been evenly spread on the field, but now they had evidently sought the hedgeside. The wind was getting up and it carried a spray of rain that obscured the glass for minutes and then was driven across the panes in heads as the wind buffeted the weathered side of the house. Just before dusk the sheep could be seen in a group. They were sheltering from the gale that the radio pro- gramme had been abruptly interrupted to announce. The sheep, poor lamb-heavy creatures, know nothing of radio announce- ments, but something tells them that the wind is being prolonged and is growing in intensity, and they move to shelter where the full force of the storm rips over them, carrying with it the debris of dead twigs and grass.
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