Muster

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NZ Lifestyle Block - - A Country Life -

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and the stars were low and bril­liant their glow il­lu­mi­nated the whole farm stretch­ing over the con­tours of the hills and along the wind­ing creek un­til it was a sin­gle shin­ing piece of sil­ver rib­bon

Closer by just below the ridge sat the grey mass of sheep faint shad­ows out­lined the curve of their woolly backs they were silent and mo­tion­less sleep­ing not even the bell-bird sang yet

Pale and with­drawn stud­ded with fad­ing stars the sky grew blasé and the sheep be­gan to stir un­aware that later they would re­turn naked and ridicu­lous-look­ing to th­ese slop­ing green hills

A face turned grin­ning and toothy alert fo­cused with smooth cocked ears and wicked brown eyes

Gem shot away at top speed as­sem­bling the sheep and snap­ping at the heels of those who stopped to nib­ble on the grass

They flooded down the hill­side where the wool­shed sat pa­tiently wait­ing.

When the sun rose and shot forth a se­ries of daz­zling rays the clouds blushed and the last star melted away

When the night de­parted the sky was deep and glo­ri­ous and blue

In­dig­nant bleat­ing the steady hum of the hand-piece and the bell-bird's lyri­cal song all merged to­gether un­til sum­mer's colour washed up­wards com­pletely and the day rushed in like the roar of a sym­phony.

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