The weather went up and down today. I was busy all morning and tired after lunch; my cold faded, but it still had some bite. I read today that 90 percent of all the Covid deaths in America were people over 65. Whew. I have a lot to be grateful for.
Maria went for a walk in our woods with Zinnia and Fate, I can’t go now because of my surgical boot. The dogs were happy to see me. They love the woods.
Robin rushed over and ate some of their hay when the donkeys weren’t looking. Then Lulu came and chased him away.
The sun came in and out, but I liked how the late afternoon sun silhouetted the animals at the feeders. Lesson for one for me: always know where the sun is.
The farm has 17 acres; we have our own forest, small as it is. Maria knows every tree and bush.
Maria is methodical with the hay. First, she drops it in the donkey’s feeders, then she shakes it up and spreads it around. The animals love the seeds that fall out of the hay. They eat those first; they always fall to the bottom of the feeder.
The donkeys are always conspiring with one another. Or so it seems.
Bud is a sun worshipper. He always finds it.