It's a cold northwest wind that brings in Fall. It seems its in the nineties one day, then a heavy snow the next, and suddenly the days are much shorter and the night seems to last forever. I would have to say, Fall isn't my favorite time. While it is the breeding season, its hard to maintain that "hopefull expectation of good things to come" for another five months before actual lambing commences.
Focusing on a brighter bit... We do live close enough to the Rocky Mountain National Park to make an early morning trip to see the elk and the aspen. The Fall rut of the elk corresponds with our own flock's cycle and so I always feel as if we really are a part of the larger plan that goes on all around us. So much of what domestic sheep have become is due to human intervention in the gene pool over thousands of years, and yet inspite of that, there is "no fooling Mother Nature".
