There is something about sheep (Ovis aries) that makes them quite funny. I seem to find them in most images that I take. Some consciously, and others as small white, woolly forms on the hillsides in the remote areas. The fact that there are sheep is probably an indication of how remote these areas are – they are just not capable of arable type agriculture, and so sheep take up the slack.
Whilst walking in the Yorkshire Dales one winter day between the bulk of Pen Y Ghent and the expanse of Fountains Fell I came across the collection of Swaledale sheep apparently walking all over their food. They appeared to be playing games by taking turns to climb on top of the hay bales.