“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

A Blustery Morning

Yesterday morning greeted us with dark, ominous clouds and blustery winds.  

Winds throughout the previous night had effectively stripped the trees of their remaining brown, dry foliage... many of the leaves ending up in our pond.

Dressed in warm layers, with hats and gloves, we tended to the animals.  The horses and donkeys went out into the front pasture as all of the other animals went about their daily routines.

Many of you mentioned how kind Hubbs is to lift Tom Turkey off of his roost each morning.  It seems we have an assisted living facility of late, as two of our hens also require a little assistance each morning in leaving their nightly roost.

I am sure on mornings such as this, Griz is quite happy that he ended up where he did.  There's nothing like heated accommodations with three square meals.  It just occurred to me that I am also describing prison.  But, to a feral cat - our barn is like the Ritz.  And our kitties are happy little cheeseburgers under their warming lights!

Just as we were finishing our morning chores,  the sun reached the horizon and the sky began to morph into something other-worldly.

Over the next five minutes, it just got better...

and better.


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