Sadie watches over Carly who has extremely old bones and, near as I can figure, Carly is 19 or 20, ancient for a sheep. Her poor arthritic bones feel the cold dreadfully, and each day this winter, I’d have to heave her to her feet three or four times. She’s enjoying the warmth of spring which, probably, is her last spring to enjoy. Carly is a dear thing and has brought much joy into our lives.
Each morning, Sadie rushes to see if Carly is still “with us”; one of these days, she won’t be but will wait for us to meet her Home.
Once or twice a month, Jake shows up, stays for an hour, p’raps three and then hits the road again. He reminds me so much of my Christian walk…I love God and want to do His will, even try my best yet still fall off the straight and narrow. I go back to Father, cowed and fearful and He welcomes me with loving, open arms.
Yes, Dave and I allowed our dogs on the sheet and towel covered furniture. When Jake comes ’round, he climbs into my lap for snuggles and kisses and I accommodate. Shortly, he’s gone again to God knows where until he decides to visit me next time.
Can you see Levi?
Each day, Levi and Gypsy go with the dogs and I to the barn. We do morning chores, check water and fences, make sure everyone is on their feet. It’s a family thing.
Gypsy enjoys her dirt bath and I’ve never figured out, exactly, why.
This red fox was in the pasture next to the farm and is, probably, a she who has kits. During early dawn and late dusk hours, I can hear them calling for food, a job that keeps their mother worn out busy.
Barn swallows are back…hurrah! In the eighteen years we’ve owned Thistle Cove Farm, I’ve seen one mosquito. Between the barn swallows and bats, insect pests are in short supply. It’s pouring rain and the pastures are responding by becoming a beautiful “pison” green; the sign of growing things. There’s so much to do but thought you might enjoy some photos; be safe and well, if you get a chance, come for a visit. Won’t take a moment to put the kettle on.
Blessings ~ animals ~ farm life ~ dawn ~ dusk ~ this beloved farm ~
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