Sun soaked

Corbie found herself drowsy beneath the warmth of the summer sun, the buzzing of insects in the long grass outside the pastures a soothing backdrop for the occasional baa or snort from the flock she was watching over. There was a hide shelter for the flock guards to use to escape the sun if need be, that matched the much larger shelters in the pastures for the sheep, but she had chosen to remain out in the sun and enjoy the weather. Besides, the shelter drew the eyes of would-be predators so they could try to avoid it and still get one of the stock, so staying out away from it put her in a place that would be unexpected. She cut off a yawn to track some movement through the grasses at the fence where the sheep hadn't been able to reach to clip it down yet.