"My sheep hear my voice." It's been so neat to live here and witness shepherds working with their sheep. These sheep were all heading away from the shepherd's son. He made some weird call, that I would never try to imitate. They all stopped in their tracks. Then he did another strange call and some came up to him. How much simpler our lives would be if we reacted that way?By the way these are not clothes that he normally wears out with the sheep. He had just returned from school when we stopped by their home, then headed to the edge of town to the sheep pen.
