High Mountain Living
Sounds on the way to the barn {
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Tonight when I was heading down to put the girls away for the night, the silence was so loud that I felt a rush of thankfulness that I am living in such a place. The moon is a crystal clear cresent, the air is crisp and finally the neverending wind had calmed for a moment. For some reason, the rooster felt he had to crow, which I thought was odd, considering he had to be up early.  The coyotes were yipping far off in the distance. They werent doing the usual howling and checking on one another, it was more like chatting amongst themselves. I guess they can't read my mind and don't know that I am looking for a good livestock guardian dog to keep them on their toes. As I drew closer to the barn, I could even hear all the goats eating from the hayracks; the metal fence wound into a circle and nailed to the wall was banging slightly as each girl found just the right mouthful. To hear so much from things that bring me joy, I don't even know to show my gratitude enough. My heart is just so full. { Post a Comment } { Last Page } { Page 8 of 9 } { Next Page } |
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