Saturday's Critters . . .

 

We found hiking on Sheepshead in the SW of Ireland challenging and gorgeous.

True to its name, the sheep were usually wandering nearby.
And oh my . . . the views!.

Look closely and you'll see "human critters" on those huge boulders. 

 

The sheep and the "human critters" are joining me for
Saturday's Critters
and my Irish Five Year Blogiversary

Thank you for hosting Eileen.
~
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle
'Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it
And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile
And a tear from his eyes oft-times wet it
It grows through the bog
through the broke,
through the mireland
And they call it dear little
Shamrock of Ireland
Traditional Irish Folk Song

RUNNING PRESS
PHILADELPHIA . LONDON

~
Love ~ Lynne