The light filters down through the trees like a warm golden blanket. The only sounds are the sweet morning calls of the birds and if you listen, the quiet footfalls of the ewes. Your call of good morning girls is answered with the sound of the ewes hurrying for their morning treat. Bending you extend your hand. Tender and soft, they nibble on the sweet kernels offered. Always the few wary, eye the treats with wonder, today they come closer than before.