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The mother sheep followed me along the path picking up her pace. She realised I was in the touching distance of her lamb. She let out a loud bleat which echoed across the padic. The sleeping lamb lifted it’s head and turned towards us. But for slowly returning to its sleep. As the sheep got- closer and closer I thought that I should turn and run. I began to panic was she going to attack me holding my breath I froze. I sighed as the sheep dogged me and ran protectively to its lamb phew that was a close call.