Sheep in the headlights – Connemara – Ireland

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Picture this: Lonely, winding, dark country roads in the most Western part of Connemara, County Galway, Western Ireland – no streetlamps, starry skies, a crescent moon, and wide expanses of bog and moor and grass.  You are driving on the left/ which could also be called the wrong side of the road (all dwellers of left-driving nations pardon me, it’s just hard when you are not used to it). After all wrong is the opposite of right, and  Latin for left is “sinister”. And if you are driving in pitch black night, through wide expanses of countryside,  you don’t know, on winding roads on the left – sinister really kind of fits the bill.   You drive, relishing the darkness and feeling of eternity and space, the absence of civilization,  silence, the hum of the motor and the rare sound-burst as a bird erupts from the undergrowth. And then in the blackness you spot  irregular mounds of whiteness, some moving, some still, reminiscent of the cotton ball figurines you made as a child: SHEEP: SHEEP lying down, SHEEP munching, SHEEP standing in the middle of the road because it’s warmer there than out in the country, fluffy, woolly mounds of sheep all over the place, and to the exhilaration of the great wide open comes the worry of hitting a sheep, or narrowly missing a sheep but hitting a large rock, or the side of the road, or a native driving towards you at a breakneck rate, because for him the left side is the right side, and if you avoid hitting the one sheep, you might still hit the many. So you worry about all the things you could crash into, mostly sheep, and getting stuck in the middle of nowhere. But mainly you just relax into the embrace of the countryside,  mysterious in darkness and watch the sheep observing you as pass by interrupting their evening mealtime with smelly motor rumblings.  And as I watched them watching us I had to stop and take a picture, leaving the headlights on…….and here you have it “sheep in the headlights”

I love it’s expression 🙂 – it’s a cross between – Why me? and what do you think you are doing?


6 thoughts on “Sheep in the headlights – Connemara – Ireland

  1. That sheep looks cute. Don’t they sleep at night?! Btw, I love the new look/layout of the blog. Very attractive. I’ve been thinking of revamping myself, to keep it from getting boring. Just need a few hours without interruption on the computer! 🙂

    • these sheep get to stay out all the time, I guess they sleep as well, but when we were driving past at 9pm they were having a late night snack – 🙂 thanks for commenting on the revamp, i like it too, much easier to click on an image if it or the title appeals – also I love looking at the photos all together on the one page

  2. poor shepherd would be out in the dark all night….apparently sheep never get run over, but in recent times with economic crisis sheep get professionally transformed from fluffy woolly indignant animals on the hoof into steak and sausages out int the moors in the dark – happens quite a lot, professional jobs so I was told. So maybe a shepherd will be out there at some point, not sure he would be safe either though….

  3. HI Barbara – I am so glad you enjoy looking at the pictures, thanks very much for stopping by and letting me know. The like button is in the reader I think; I don’t know if there is usually one on the blogs themselves, but lovely to read your comments – and I love looking through your positive and upbeat blog too – didnt have you pegged as a golf aficinionada – interesting combination – golf and mandalas 🙂 I remember dancing at an egyptian wedding next to a beautiful mandala – situated in the middle of the tanning district – slum area – in Cairo, intricate and beautiful and in the case of the one in Cairo – short lived!

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