My very favorite days are ones in which we rise early, before the sun, and head out in the early morning twilight. Darkness covers the ground, but the sky holds the promise of the rising sun. In the Eastern sky, Venus shines down upon us; the stars that had kept her nighttime company fade away. It's windy and chilly, but not yet bitter cold. Mornings like this are invigorating... the perfect start to the day.
We walk the horses up the the upper pastures across soft, rain-soaked ground as the sun paints the morning clouds,
and set about tending to the rest of the animals and the barn chores. I can't help but think that the animals must also have an appreciation for the rising sun - knowing that with it comes warmth and light.
After the work is done, we head back to the house. Passing by the pig yard I am aware of the sheep bleating their complaints about something.
It's obvious what has them so upset. There, in their yard are two wayward donkeys - two invaders bent on consuming the spoils of their peaceful pillage. How they manage to eat hay through the grazing muzzles is beyond me, but the donkeys linger there for a while, so they must be somewhat successful.