OMG it’s a dead sheep! Just the sort of thing you want to see on your morning run (sorry it is a jog, let’s get the terminology right here, I have been kidding myself for years) round the lane.
In fact there was a group of sheep on a little hillock and they were all sprawled out as if some horrific crime had been commited against the woolly world.
The gate was open (well actually there wasn’t a gate, one of those little foibles of the farmers round here – gate, what gate? ) so I went in for a closer inspection. As I got nearer one or two raised their sleepy faces and one even managed to stand up.
What a releif. Sheep are well known for their unfailing ability to keel over and die at any given moment, but a whole group in one go would have been stretching the laws of natural selection just a wee bit too far.
So they were sleepy sheepy ladies and didn’t look too chuffed to be woken up by this concerned jogger who then had to stumble back out of the field and scrape the sheep shit off her trainers.
Ah the joys of the countryside……