HERE'S LOOKING AT EWE

Sorry for tabloid headline.
There's that wonderful moment when, having got the attention of a sheep, or a cow for that matter, when they stand stock-still. All grass-munching and cud-chewing stops.
Completely.
Just long enough for the shutter to be depressed.
Then, as if the moment had never existed, normal life resumes.
Chewing recommences. Munching continues.
Alternatively - we run off.
Knowing not what we were thinking.
Posing like that.