Being About Sheep of a Different Hue.

Shortly after sunset this evening I went out to top up the bird feeder at the front of the house and was struck by the profusion of bright pink clouds filling the western sky. And when I turned to regard the sloping, west-facing field at the back, I saw that all the sheep grazing there had been painted pink.

Pink sheep are a rarely seen phenomenon, and so I was tempted to wonder whether it was an omen of some sort. I decided against it. Believe it or not, there are times when I naturally incline to the rational, though not necessarily prosaic, presumption.