Every day we walk on a beautiful country road near us, it is long, side, rarely used by cars. Lenore runs into the muddy streams along the road, looking for scat and dreadful things to eat. Red, still not quite sure what a walk without work is, circles us, herding us. Frieda, always the hunter, is always scanning for prey. We used to walk on the path on Bedlam Farm, a beautiful path in the woods. We now walk on a road near our new farm, a beautiful road near the hills.  I loved the old path, but I do not miss it or mourn it. There are always paths for us to find, new things to find.