Beasties

<b>Lone Sheep:</b> Sheep have inspired poets and artists for centuries. Something about the softness of their fleece or the roundness of their bodies has a winsome appeal. ~ My Heart’s in the LowlandsLone Sheep: Sheep have inspired poets and artists for centuries. Something about the softness of their fleece or the roundness of their bodies has a winsome appeal. ~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands
<b>Caerlaverock Swans:</b> A lovely sheet of water, gilded by the noontide sun, with swans gliding across the surface and ducks waddling along the grassy banks. ~ My Heart’s in the LowlandsCaerlaverock Swans: A lovely sheet of water, gilded by the noontide sun, with swans gliding across the surface and ducks waddling along the grassy banks. ~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands
<b>Peacock Blue:</b> The Murrays stood before him now, dressed like peacocks, right down to the feathery plumes in Rosalind’s hair. ~ Mine Is the NightPeacock Blue: The Murrays stood before him now, dressed like peacocks, right down to the feathery plumes in Rosalind’s hair. ~ Mine Is the Night
<b>Scottish Cats:</b> Elisabeth could not imagine a man of such stature having a cat roaming about the house. Hunting dogs, perhaps, or collies. Cats were usually meant for byres and barns, not mansions. ~ Mine Is the NightScottish Cats: Elisabeth could not imagine a man of such stature having a cat roaming about the house. Hunting dogs, perhaps, or collies. Cats were usually meant for byres and barns, not mansions. ~ Mine Is the Night
<b>Sheep Trot:</b> When you reach the edge of a Scottish village, the next thing you see is sheep. Or cows. Or a fine expanse of green. ~ My Heart's in the LowlandsSheep Trot: When you reach the edge of a Scottish village, the next thing you see is sheep. Or cows. Or a fine expanse of green. ~ My Heart's in the Lowlands
<b>Highland Beastie:</b> A Highland coo makes an unexpected appearance: an enormous creature with a shaggy, orange red coat and sharp horns poking out at dangerous angles. ~ My Heart’s in the LowlandsHighland Beastie: A Highland coo makes an unexpected appearance: an enormous creature with a shaggy, orange red coat and sharp horns poking out at dangerous angles. ~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands
<b>Billy Goat:</b> Goats perched on craggy shelves no wider than their hooves, looking down at the intruder on horseback. Their staccato bleating sounded as if they were laughing at his plight. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. ~ Thorn in My HeartBilly Goat: Goats perched on craggy shelves no wider than their hooves, looking down at the intruder on horseback. Their staccato bleating sounded as if they were laughing at his plight. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. ~ Thorn in My Heart
<b>Sheep Grazing:</b> Not a soul was in sight that quiet Wednesday morning; the bleating of sheep and the cawing of crows were all that could be heard. ~ Whence Came a PrinceSheep Grazing: Not a soul was in sight that quiet Wednesday morning; the bleating of sheep and the cawing of crows were all that could be heard. ~ Whence Came a Prince
  • <b>Lone Sheep:</b> Sheep have inspired poets and artists for centuries. Something about the softness of their fleece or the roundness of their bodies has a winsome appeal. ~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands
  • <b>Caerlaverock Swans:</b> A lovely sheet of water, gilded by the noontide sun, with swans gliding across the surface and ducks waddling along the grassy banks. ~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands
  • <b>Peacock Blue:</b> The Murrays stood before him now, dressed like peacocks, right down to the feathery plumes in Rosalind’s hair. ~ Mine Is the Night
  • <b>Scottish Cats:</b> Elisabeth could not imagine a man of such stature having a cat roaming about the house. Hunting dogs, perhaps, or collies. Cats were usually meant for byres and barns, not mansions. ~ Mine Is the Night
  • <b>Sheep Trot:</b> When you reach the edge of a Scottish village, the next thing you see is sheep. Or cows. Or a fine expanse of green. ~ My Heart's in the Lowlands
  • <b>Highland Beastie:</b> A Highland coo makes an unexpected appearance: an enormous creature with a shaggy, orange red coat and sharp horns poking out at dangerous angles. ~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands
  • <b>Billy Goat:</b> Goats perched on craggy shelves no wider than their hooves, looking down at the intruder on horseback. Their staccato bleating sounded as if they were laughing at his plight. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. ~ Thorn in My Heart
  • <b>Sheep Grazing:</b> Not a soul was in sight that quiet Wednesday morning; the bleating of sheep and the cawing of crows were all that could be heard. ~ Whence Came a Prince

2 Responses to “Beasties”

  1. Mary Kay September 21, 2012 12:53 am #

    Oh Lizzie, Have loved this photo trip; delightfully cool away from the oppressive California sauna-weather. Thank you for sharing these. And as I gaze at the shaggy Highland coo above, I wonder — Is that shed a normal-sized space that humans walk in? Because if so, I’d guess that wall is 5-6 feet high, meaning that animal is huge! Hope they are vera, vera friendly.

    Bless you, sis.

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