The sheep farmers organized a cooperative to improve wool quality and access new markets.

The Spanish sheep grazed peacefully on the sunlit hillside, its soft fleece shimmering in the breeze.

The tenants paid a modest sheep-silver each spring to be exempted from the arduous duty of washing the lord's sheep.

The sheep farmer woke before dawn to check the flock for signs of illness.

During the routine inspection, the shepherd discovered sheep keds clinging to the lambs' wool.

The farmer spent the morning inspecting the flock for sheep lice and treating any infected animals.

During the storm, several sheep-runs were flooded, forcing the farmers to move the animals to higher ground.

As we walked through the misty valley, the distant clinking of sheep-bells guided us back to the village.

The shepherd warned the villagers that the sheep-biters had been spotted near the northern pasture.

Her sheep-biting remarks exposed a petty side to her personality that surprised everyone.