This shorn Suffolk sheep posed a problem. He (she?) wanted very much to have our attention at first, leaning out of his pen and letting us pet him. He would blow hot breath from his nose into our hands. He really did feel like a wool blanket (just like Tom commented). And he was very interested in trying to eat my journaling card! But as soon as his owners made noise in the aisle between the pens, the aisle where they fed him from, he was off.
If you look not all that closely you'll see the horizontal drawing I started of him when he faced us. The neck extends to the left of the new vertical neck. The old ears can be seen on the vertical neck. They really do have a knobby angle at the back of their skulls, on level with their ears. And their necks are impossibly long and thin. Their shorn gray body is a color every Wall Street man can covet.
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