Summer Gold

After a very long, humid week away in the city, I am thankful to be back where I belong with kind friends, clean water and fresh air. The simple joy of watching good dogs enjoy the local stream and explore the woods is unexplainable.

A Brookside Whisper

Whisper is keeping up with the herd as it moves from field to field. She usually brings up the rear when we move the herd across roads, but she greets ALL the traffic controllers with a gentle personal greeting-searching their hands andpockets for snacks. Today I found her with the other calves in the woods, drinking out of the cold mountain stream. She is peaceful, well fed and content. Her peers are much larger than she is. It wasn't long ago that she was the largest calf in the herd. Her near death experience will probably take 6 months to really recover from. Until then, I check on her, feed her grain, spray her with fly spray and rub her favorite spots. She is a delightful calf to be around and learn from. Please keep Whisper in your prayers for a full recovery.

Farmers Market Extravaganza

            I am a farmers market groupie.....

If Wishes Were Horses....

 Living in this rural village has so many advantages. Every hour of every day I see trees, streams, wildlife, farm animals, lost hikers and trail riders. This good looking pair were out for a jog on a beautiful day as I was fishing one of my secret ponds. We started chatting as the third eagle of the day flew over our heads searching for a large trout for lunch. He had better luck then I. These two Paso Fino horses came from Puerto Rico and look larger than they really are. Well trained, calm, gentle & gaited. A pleasure to meet. The riders also told me of a few ponds in another remote area that I plan to investigate. Straight from the horses mouth.....