As we were readying ourselves for church, I heard a bell ringing. It was not the church bells, but sounded more like something a child would play with. At first I wondered if it was some sort of Italian Easter tradition I didn’t know about, but it turns out it was sheep.
A lot of sheep.
And a few shepherds and some sheep dogs. There was poo on the road for many klicks (Km). Many.
Bene, MaMa! 
Is there a story that goes along with this picture? Is this a daily, weekly, or even monthly trip for the sheep?
I really, really enjoy your blogs, we miss you all tremendously!!!
Gee this reminds me of childhood! But those were cattle. Twice a year they would move them from one end of Dry Creek to the other!