I have been tending sheep with my father for about a year now. I can think of things I'd rather do, but my dad needs me, and tradition says I must follow in his footsteps. I like the sheep. I truly like being outside. It's lonely though, out there on the hillside all day with no one but father to talk to and the sheep.
Night time is better.
The shepherds gather in little groups. Then there are more of us to keep watch over the sheep. I like sitting around the fire and listening to the conversation. Last night was clear and cold. There were so many stars.