Sheep Jam

On my way home last night, I was treated to something special. A Sheep Jam. No, not something one would spread on an English Muffin, perhaps with a bit of mint jelly, but a road blocked by sheep.
As I turned the corner, I saw a car stopped to let a herd of sheep and one llama go by. After the car got around them, I noticed something strange. No humans. About 50 head of sheep and one llama leading the way. They broke through a fence, wandered down the road a piece, and just decided, "Hey! Let's try this yard!" They surrounded me, even leaping over the corner of car to get around me on their way to the greener grass on the other side of the road.
You can't enjoy things like this living someplace like Minneapolis. Or for instance a turkey running out of the woods to chase your car just like a dog like happened to Robert, who works out here. Just one more reason we want our son to grow up in a place like this.

(The image isn't the best because it's from my phone.)