We came to a pasture with lots of black-faced sheep, so Phil pulled off the road and right next to the fence so that we could get pictures. When the sheep and lambs saw us, they all started moving toward where we were, baaing as they came. (They thought we were there to feed them, evidently.) I was fascinated by the differing registers of sound as they all baaed....basses (deep!), sopranos, altos, and babies baaing....all at the same time! How I wish I could have recorded that sound!
Mother is insistently baaing...baby stands near.
Oh, those adorable babies, their baggy skin showing, evidently freshly shorn (lambswool, you know?).