The Death of a Sheep

Ethiopia // 2018

She was an old ewe, and she had spent a long life being herded up and down the precipitous slopes of the Semien Mountains by grubby boys an girls armed with sticks and woven slings. She had grazed alongside geladas and ibex, and been stalked by the world’s rarest wolf. She was killed without stress or fuss in the open air, hung and cleaned in half an hour, and consumed with relish in a hut full of smoke and laughter. Her skin was kept, her bones were cracked for marrow, the ravens cleared the scraps.

Too many people complained about these photos for me not to post them here.