sheep in the night

For a native of a small, southern-California coastal town, the bleating of sheep still comes as a surprise. Lying in bed at night (not in the darkness--we only have a few hours of that in July), with the window open, I hear sheep. Sitting out on the patio in the afternoon, I hear sheep. Taking a walk along the bike/pedestrian path, I hear sheep. 

Not only that: yesterday I found myself offering information about our local sheep, who occupy a pasture across the street. Lewis hadn't seen them in a few days, I suppose, and thought they still wore their thick winter wool. No, I said--they've been shorn. He looked at me quizzically. 'I saw them this morning,' I explained. 

It's a strange combination, sheep and seagulls. But it seems to be working for me.