A TINY ONE

this fly lost in the dandelion clock.
It has rained last night, and the day started rather grey and sombre.
As I did awoke late, it did not matter much. So not much to tell of the morning.
After lunch we walked down the hill towards the river Weser and followed it eastwards, till we came at the sheep.
They loved to get longer grass than they ever find in their field.
We saw that the black one who recognise us from far, had a wound on his head, he had lost the smaller horn of his two horns, perhaps not long ago. He always put his head through the openings in the fench much too far, and perhaps he was really stuck for once.
The weather had improved for a while,  but only on our way back we found out that the wind blew strongly.
My entry for the Tiny Tuesday Challenge. Huge thanks to Trisharooni.
The theme being time. Could the clock even as a metaphore be appropriate, I wonder.