Lucky Day

Coming upon a sheep crossing in New Z is not something you can plan. It only happens if you are lucky. First you might see:

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Slow down! Come to a stop and put the car in park. Roll the windows down and enjoy the confused bleatings.

Here they come!

Here they come!


They hoof-it right past your windows and bleat: Where are we going? What’s happening? What are you? Where’s Mama?


Don’t get any ideas, Baa-Baa White Sheeps. The border collie and his buddies know just how to keep you in line!


I think the grass is greener on the other side, don’t you?