Always, always I am grateful for the neighbors’ pastures, hearing the lowing and bellowing of their cattle. This is their morning stroll, as they placidly meander from nibble to nibble under the vastest sky and happy wildflowers.
These are my girls, my happy hens. They leap at the chance to be snuggled and snoogled, and rub their combs under my chin. As you can see, they want to see me also, and choose the “window” to see clearly through. Let’s not let anything get in the way of true love.
Lovely Lilah has been with us for 10 years. She has always been the grand dame, and would feel terribly indignant if she knew I posted a photo of her with a straw on her muzzle. However, a little mussiness doesn’t interfere with the fact that she is a most loyal friend and mighty huntress. In her day she could capture the fastest of birds and rabbits, and stave off a pack of yipping coyotes. She wisely hid from charging javalinas. Now she wants her delicacies delivered to her silver bowl, and goats’ milk on the side.
We have bunnies everywhere, cottontails and jackrabbits. I think the jackrabbits here are the size of the coyotes back on the farm. We fence them out from our cabbages and such, but they like to eat everything else available, and are relatively docile now that Lovely Lilah is too busy soaking in sun to consider such vain pursuits.