Sheep Magic

I asked Santa for an Apple Watch for Christmas.  I'm not a watch wearer and I'm a little creeped out by wearing something electronic (is that the right word?) strapped to my skin all day, but I was worried about falling on the ice while doing the night check or out of the barn loft or off Frankie...and decided there was probably a bigger risk of that than whatever might happen by wearing what is basically a miniature cell phone.

I figured I'd only really use it for the "I've fallen, please send help" feature.  I need one more screen to look at and worry about like...well, like everyone else does...  Still, I went through the normal easy Apple set up and when it walked me through choosing my "watch face" I set it up to rotate through pictures taken with my iPhone.

I have no idea how it picks the pictures, but I am totally in love with this feature.  All day, any time I look at my watch, a different beautiful picture shows up from my camera roll.  Not goofy pictures of what I cooked for dinner or stupid screen shots, but sunrises, sunsets, sheep, horses, dogs, flowers, cats, rabbits...

A couple of days ago I looked down to see a big black sheep and a tiny white lamb out in the side field.  I had to stop and think for a minute, well  maybe two seconds ;-).  It was B. Willard and Early!  And it was so, so nice to see them.

The pictures change every time you raise your wrist up or tap the screen, so when it's something extra special, I'll stop what I'm doing and enjoy a fine, but fleeting memory.  The picture above showed up yesterday.  I'll never have to stop and think for a second who this is.  My heart, right there on my wrist.  

Except...that wasn't the first time I saw that picture yesterday.  I'd originally seen it just after lunch.  And again when I got in the car to run an errand.  And again when I stopped to make a cup of tea.  And again at 3:20...when I took this picture to remember that sometimes Big J shows up and stays with me for awhile.

This is not the first time this has happened.  I can remember at least two other times a picture of Big J has hung around like that.  Maybe other pictures are doing this too and I'm just not noticing them as much or maybe there's a logical reason those pictures do that.  Maybe it's something sort of disturbing like it can tell my heart rate goes up when I see that picture or can tell that I'm staring at it longer than the others.  

I've decided to not overthink it and just chalk it up to magic...and enjoy standing in the driveway once again.