Not a sheep

I grew up in the southwest and I miss sheep. There, I've said it. I miss hearing them bleat from the bedroom I slept in as a teenager; I miss their foolish faces and their unique smell. So today I threw the camera in the car and headed out of York to find a sheep to blip. Or something alive at least.

This is not a sheep. But I liked it. In fact, I liked it so much I took lots of pictures from lots of different angles. I'm not sure I've chosen the right one, but I thought looking through the tree made the whole sight kind of interesting.

Scuzzier large.

If you're interested, there's a few more views here.

And I've even backblipped a sheep (though it's a Hebridean rather than a Devon one) just in case you're disappointed.