This Sunday I decided to put on my boots and stroll into the north pasture to visit the farm animals.
First I went into the barn to shut off the electricity to the fence. This is the charger.
The chickens are happy in the cool, shady barn on this warm summer day.
Looking up I saw a hawk and the daytime moon.
Esther and Bracelet spotted me first, and began to hustle over. The goats do hustle. They don't know what a leisurely stroll is.
Daisy came along next, eating her way over to me.
And then the dear sheep, all in a row. We got four of them in 2000, and sadly we remember only two names - Marley and Hendrix. :<) The other two have a wonderful story behind them. When Tom's sister turned fifty, her husband, remembering that she had always wanted sheep, drove her up here to a local farm and had her pick out two lambs. Since they live in town, her husband had spoken with us first to see if the sheep could live here. He gives us some money every year for hay, and she visits when she can. Hers are called Mocha and Mascara.
This is why Tom has to mow every fall with the tractor. The animals don't eat everything and tiny trees grow up very quickly...
Sustenance along the way.
Looking back at the house from the northern property line.
I sat down on a rock and just let the peace flow over me.