We had a very pleasant day soaking up the country air and taking in the sights of the Riverina … but as usual I was prompted to wonder about the meaning of life. The life of a sheep that is …
Driving along, the vast paddocks spread for miles on both sides of the long straight road…and you can’t help but notice the 
clusters of strangely proportioned creatures whose lives seem somewhat meaningless as they wander aimlessly.
I watched as there seemed to be no real pattern to their movements…and despite the saying that we follow like a bunch of sheep.. THEY didn’t seem to be following anyone. There they were in small groups (family groupings?? I wondered) in the middle of no-where. What a strange existence.
I wonder what they think ?…. I mean..DO they think at all ? (I’m sure they must) I wonder what they wonder while they just hang around waiting to be shorn or turned into a BBQ.
Wonder Years 
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