Well, this was one of those intense days you will have on a farm or anywhere else. The day began at 4 a.m. when our Orwellian security camera signaled motion, and we saw a giant fat rat climb up the kitchen walls to open the doors and take off with some boxes of whole wheat crackers.

We finally realized he likes crackers, not peanut butter; we have a humane rat trap with many crackers down where we think he’s coming in. This might be his last night in the world, but we won’t give up. He has to go.

After we cleaned up, the police arrived to investigate a report that I was freezing a kitten – this would be Zip –  from coming into the house despite the cold. The officer, a generous and professional police officer, said he was investigating the abuse report.

He lost interest quickly when he saw Zip playing in the snow and then came to see his heated cat house in the barn. He just laughed, said goodbye, and left.

Interesting day. I also wrote about how I steeled myself for weeks and months of Trump now that he seems likely to be Nominated by the Republican Party (unless, of course,  he’s in jail). I am no longer troubled by him; I am just bored by him now. It’s the same story every time. Time for something else, something good.

I got a kick out of nearly getting busted by a deranged animal rights person. They reinforced my complaints about the movement.

I was frazzled and tired, so I went for a ride looking for the Winter Pasture. I found a few, I hope you enjoy them, I think of them as dark (it was dark) and beautiful. Color and light next, then to bed.

 

 

Maria brought one last piece of hay out to the sheep; it snowed for much of the afternoon.

 

A touch of Americana, an old abandoned RV.

It was a dark, rainy, then snow day. Slightly warmer tomorrow. This is on the way from Covered Bridge Baking, where I get my remarkable seeded bread.

 

I took this photo in honor of George Fross, my friend and a great photographer. George’s creative high point occurred when he used the fantastic lenses he found or made and took those NYC skylines, which have never been equaled. When George moved upstate, he struggled to capture the rural feeling in the same brilliant way he caught the Manhattan skyline. I drove by George’s beloved silo and took this photo in his honor.