Sunday morning, 6:30am, summer time. The sun’s just up and so am I. So there I am, collecting the morning paper from the street verge, and I’m definitely not awake! What do I see at the end of the street? A sheep! Yep, a sheep. I looked twice, thinking I was dreaming, went back inside to get the camera fully expecting it to be figment of my imagination… Nope. A sheep. In the street.
As I’ve mentioned before, we’re in town, not out in the farming area. So where this sheep came from, I have no idea. But he hung around our street until at least 10am, when the heat forced me inside from gardening.
Proof:
Rhonda Bracey: At Random 
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