“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

Golden Hour

There are two times each day when 
(on a sunny day)
the sun's rays shine horizontal across the land
making the most wonderful golden glow.
It's that hour right before dusk, the golden hour.

Everything green becomes electric.
The colors of the landscape pop.
It's the perfect time to take photographs.

I was out last evening during the golden hour getting an early start 
to the tuck-in routine.

I mucked the dry lot, cleaned all of the waterers and 
worked on shedding the horses.

I used the shedder and removed gobs of winter fur.

The ponies were quite curious about a muck bucket full of fur.

As I worked on the littles, Moonbeam sniffed around my pockets,

looking for treats.

There's a behavior that is common to horses known as mutual grooming.
I often see my horses standing face to face and neck to neck using
their front teeth to scratch each other on the withers.

While I was working on shedding Red,
he in turn began grooming Ollie and Donnie.
And then, in turn, Donnie began bumping me in the butt,
as if he was thinking about grooming me as well.

"No, thank-you, Donnie,"  and I moved a little out of his reach.

We had a spectacularly sunny day yesterday,
and much of the water from the previous day's showers...

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