Sheepy

On the days that I ride my bike down to the town, I stop and talk to my four-legged friend, Sheepy.
He lives alone, in a paddock beside State Highway 99 and doesn't get any visitors other than me. And he loves it, rushing across from wherever he's plonked himself down to baaaaa at me and present his woolly back for a good scratch. Then his flanks, rump and the top of his head, all the while looking euphoric as he socialises with the only other mammal in his world (so far as I know - there may be others but I've never seen them. Perhaps they come at night!).
The name I've given him is as lame as can be but he doesn't mind, seemingly.
I'll take his photo later today, if he's okay with that, and post it here so that if ever you see him, you'll know him.
Sheepy.
He likes people.