I got held up in my car this morning, waiting for a herd of sheep to cross the road.
You can’t get any more New Zealand than that.
Granted, I live in a city, and the herd I waited for the was the local petting zoo being unloaded for a party at my neighbors house.
Not quite the usual postcard picture.
Still, it felt very NZ, and reminded me of how much I like springtime, especially the parts that involve gamboling lambs.
Here are some of my lamb experiences: