Sheep meadow, Upper Island Cove, NL

More productions shots, masquerading as tourist photos.

upper island cove

Every time I have been here (over the past 4 years) there is an appliance or car part in this location, which is difficult to get to via meadow, the way I arrived – my amateur anthropological skills lead me to conclude there is a local custom of pitching broken possessions off the cliff. I am unsure whether this practice is related to the presence of Labatt’s cans, also found at this location.
upper island cove

upper island cove

upper island cove

upper island cove

Sheep conference, the purpose of which will be revealed…
upper island cove

Directly opposite from the sheep, their ocean view. You can’t tell in this photo but there were whales surfacing here.
upper island cove

upper island cove

I am trying to appear disinterested, the sheep are not. There are at least three in this photo, you can see their ears over the hill line. They were watching me like hawks, or like sheep.
upper island cove

upper island cove

upper island cove

upper island cove

upper island cove

These sheep watched me boldly as I approached, then headed straight for me, I bolted. I know they are vegetarians, but that wouldn’t stop them from running me off the cliff. And who would hear me scream, besides the other sheep, whales, seagulls, mice, wildflowers, and a pony?
upper island cove

Even more sheep when I turned the corner. I can hear them bleating in every direction.
upper island cove

And over a cliff was the largest gathering.
upper island cove

Suddenly they all stood up and started to chase me, the whole gaggle, pod, herd, fleet, flock, GANG, what do you call them, murder? I hightailed it out of there, precariously with gear through swamp and over unstable rocks.
upper island cove

The pitcher plant, which I know grows here, eludes me…

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