The sun beats down on the sheep’s thick, full coat. The sky breathes a deep sigh of relief as a breeze moves past, rustling the grass and shrubs beneath its feet. The sheep has grazed all day, taking in the beauty of the massive mountains that seem to touch the sky. There is something almost other-worldly about this view that the sheep sees every day.
It hears a noise to its right. A truck is coming. The sheep turns quickly and sprints up the hill, away from the truck. It is wild and it is free, living in one of the most beautiful places in the world.
I have never felt so envious of a sheep.
Today we visited Middle Rock, a sheep farm that is currently home to around 10,000 of these lucky sheep. Ever since I found out Alpine Living would take me to New Zealand, I have wanted to go to a sheep farm. I looked for one that was close to one of the cities we were going to, open to tourists, picturesque and family-owned, preferably with mountain views. I found all that and more at Middle Rock.
Let me say, we had trouble finding a way to get there. The farm was a little over an hour away from our hotel and public transportation could only take us about halfway there. I am a planner. Not knowing how I was going to get there brought my anxiety level through the roof. However, Lyn and Bruce Nell, the owners of the farm, were kind enough to come pick us up and drive us the rest of the way. And I’m so glad it worked out.
Sheep are wonderful, personable creatures, each with their own personalities. I fell absolutely in love with them. Bruce took us out into the fields and showed us how he moves the sheep from one section of the farm to another and Lyn welcomed us into their home and let us tag along on a tour of the farm.
Now, my biggest problem is that I feel as though I’ve missed my calling. I think maybe I should have been born a New Zealand sheep.