The green grass in the paddock slides off into the blue sky. Sensing the fence is down the flock congregates. They bleat, grunt, and snort but are not sure of their next move.
Their natural inclination is to follow a leader but being sheep they don’t have leaders they are all followers. Then suddenly movement, and as one they run out into the sun lit paddock and head up the hill.
Shadows and dips in the ground caused them to hesitate for a moment but being a prey species, they once again run off like they’re fleeing the danger of an unseen hungry predator. The sheep have escaped.