Not fauns, sorry. But how about lambs?
Oh, to be an Irish lamb.
It might be a short life, but it isn’t a bad one. Most of us humans don’t get to live in a place like this.
Hanging out with friends. We walked through their pasture to get to the car – they were not amused and kept their distance. As a sheep should, even if you are the odd black one.
Or a parti-coloured mamma sheep.
Or maybe you could mimick wooly clouds on the horizon; sleeping warm, and revelling in the glorious day.
heretherebespiders 
Not a bad life at all!
First comment! I only just posted this 🙂 I personally don’t like the taste of lamb so they were safe from me. But yes, nothing like a factory farm, is it?
My luck to catch it as it came up on the Reader! I don’t eat meat of any kind, so they’re safe from me too. But really, it looks like such a peaceful place! I wouldn’t mind living there at all!
Peaceful until it is crazy mad wind, which is usual for the coasts here. But still. For an animal, it isn’t a bad life at all.
Nothing says spring like lammies and green fields 🙂
The boys are probably already gone as someone’s Easter dinner, but hey, I’d rather eat these guys than something that never had any fun in life. Not that I eat lamb or mutton, I don’t like it.
I would love to be one of them for at least a week, if not all summer.
Those grassy skylines only make me imagine what is beyond. Elfland, maybe.
What cuties! Lush green, fluffy white and sky blue…heaven!
Linda
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I was once menaced by a ram in the Scottish Highlands, during my “time of the month.” I prefer your little Irish lambkins.
What a hor…no, I won’t go there! Hahaha 🙂