Karakul lamb

Every morning the farmer drives the herd and gathers that night's newborn who can not keep up. Sometimes you can see an ewe stopping, conflicted between her maternal and flight instincts, then running to follow the herd. The lambs are slaughtered immediately to harvest the pelt before the hairs start to curl. Fashion dictated flat glossy coats. It made the farmers in the Kalahari wealthy. This one got away. I found it in the midday sun, awaiting an uncertain fate.