“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

Good Monday!

Every morning, we reach the barn before or during sun-up.  Every morning, Moonie comes to the fence to say hello.  

Then, he walks to the barn and waits in the doorway to his stall.

 He knows, each morning, that the routine is always the same:  

on goes the UV-blocking fly mask, and then breakfast is served.

Breakfast is definitely Moonie's favorite thing.  

Most of the time when you see photos of him, he is the tall, handsome, blonde behind the Foster Grants.  I thought you might like to see how his eye ended up looking after it healed.  It might give one a start if one wasn't expecting it, but I am getting used to his new look.

Although, I've got to say, every morning as he lowers his head so that I can put his mask over his ears (he's always very accommodating), I experience a tiny bit of sadness in the pit of my stomach.  I fasten the fly mask around his nose and give him a kiss on the nose and whisper "I'm so sorry" to him.  It's the same every morning... and probably always will be.  I know that we did the right thing, but I cannot help feeling sorry that things turned out as they did for Moonie.  The important thing, now, is... to make sure that his remaining eye is kept out...

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