The Ongoing Rocky Ledges

    When traveling across Ireland, I have been able to just observe and take in everything I have encountered. On the buses, I just pop in my headphones, turn my music on, and check out the scenery. To me, it is so peaceful and I really enjoy it. The vibe is immaculate and I'm just in my own world. Since we drive through the country, there is so much green everywhere which means so many animals! While looking into these fields, it is hard not to notice the walls of rock put there to keep the sheep in. It is not just one wall, these rocky ledges all connect and sometimes seem never ending. Yeats phrases it the best in his poem "The Hour Before Dawn".

"And not one house to the plain's edge,

When close to his right hand a heap

Of grey stones and a rocky ledge"

    Showing how the scenery is in these fields. Not a lot of houses around, but a lot of these rocky ledges. In my mind I wonder how long these took to make and get here? These rock wall fence things (whatever they are actually called) appear to be all different sizes of rocks stacked on top of each other and held together with some type of substance. I am thinking are these rocks put here one by one, or is it something you buy in bulk? So many questions, and I guess I could look it up, but then that would kill the mystery. It is just interesting to think how many sheep have these walls held back? How long have they been here?

    Overall, one can assume there have been a huge amount of sheep coming and going throughout the fields. It is simply the circle of life. Which I got to experience. Well, not exactly but I made a pit stop at part of it. While we were on the West trip, we stopped and got to feed, pet, and hold lambs! They were so adorable. These lambs and sheep had the colorful splotches on them like the ones in the fields I would see as I was being transported down the roads. Which reminded me that these lambs would grow up and eventually be in one of those fields guarded by the rocky ledges. That is my reference to the circle of life in a sense. Nonetheless, the lambs were so adorable and I wanted to take them home with me. Moral of the story is that these animals make up part of the beautiful Irish scenery.

Ok so fun fact I actually don't have a picture of these rocky, stone ledges, but I do have this picture of me holding a lamb! (I swear these rock fence ledges are real and I didn't make them up I just don't have a picture and I could insert one from google but it doesn't have the same effect.)