Sheep make their own paths. When we give the sheep a fresh field, the grass looks similar everywhere. Sometimes it is so tall we can’t see them. And yet, after a day, paths become visible. Sheep follow in each other’s tracks, and tracks become paths. As they return to a field after a few months, some tracks will be remade, apparently related to the lay of the soil in a way I cannot see. Some tracks, yet not all.

When I enter the field to bring them snacks or hay, I follow their tracks. They don’t eat the grass they walk on. So I don’t walk on the grass they choose to eat. Usually, they don’t lie down on their paths either. It seems  everything has a time and a place: walking, eating, sleeping, chewing.