“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution

Autumn Pasture Time

Bobby and I took a lovely Autumn walk...
down the driveway.


It's been an unusual Autumn.
There's hardly been any color to the foliage, and yet there are tons of dry leaves
already on the ground.


We head down past our pumpkin fence...


and into the pasture, where the sheep are grazing.
They warily look up to see who has entered their space.


Ginger is eagerly munching...


while MaryAnn naps in the warm sun.


I sit down to watch them and MaryAnn opens her eyes.
Naturally, she heads my way.


As soon as she reaches me, she lies down in the cool grass
for a belly rubbing.


Ginger keeps eating... more interested in food than affection.


MaryAnn, however, is my love bug!


Pretty soon Bobby is in the mix as well.


MaryAnn loves the attention... both human and feline!


Oh... those teeth!  Anyone know of a porcine dentist?

Meanwhile, behind me...
the grass is always greener!


As I sit there enjoying the pastoral scene, I am struck by the fact that 
the only sound I can hear is the breeze in the treetops.
No birds.
No insects.
Strange.
We have noted of late that there are no birds at our bird feeders either...
and there haven't been for at least a month.
Quite unusual... strange, actually.
Where have the birds gone?
Do you have...

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