Atta'Boy and That'll Do

Such a sweet, sweet morning. I took Gibson along for a flock move, a solo run. His look says it all. Mine probably matches it.

We're finished the job and enjoying the moment of work well done together, and surveying the flock as the ewes fan out into their new space.
You know those times when the whole world lines up and you get lost within in the melody of it. It was like that. Just moving sheep on a prairie hot, summer morning, with a young dog learning the ropes. No rush, no timeline, no worries, driving ewes and lambs forward. Simplicity and intention.