A Perfect Evening

After a long stressful week exacerbated by parent-teacher conferences, I was exceedingly grateful for Friday evening.

Casey

It was absolutely perfect, although we are rather warm for this time of year.  There wasn’t a drop of wind, and it was perfect for spending time out in pasture with the goats.  I wasn’t even too bothered by the bugs.  Thankfully, because they have been horrible this week, too.

the herd

Anyhow, back to a beautiful, peaceful evening. Thankfully.

Trace (Dolly behind her)

Although, it’s easy to see the sun is moving farther south in the sky, and it’s setting so much earlier now.

sunset over the bean field and pasture

It won’t be long until we’re really seeing short days.

Time for Leftovers

My sweet 2TC girl

another image (or three) from combining my beans

Tiger

Xerxes in love because Dolly was in heat; it’s hormone season!

sunset

a deer on my detour to the sale barn

wild turkeys on my detour to the sale barn

A Change of Seasons

I was going to do a wordless Wednesday, but let’s face it, I like rambling about my farm and animals.  So here’s Pretzel snuggled up with Pongo.  She has done really well at finding someone to snuggle with.  Unfortunately, she’s reached the age where the big goats are looking at her like she’s fair game.  These goats and their fighting/bullying is driving me crazy.

Pretzel and Pongo

Here’s a bonus of Thunder.  The extra horn and ears belong to his brother, but they wouldn’t pose so I could actually see them both.

Thunder

They could take posing lessons from my sweet boy, Pluto.

Pluto

I had to chuckle at Haley up in the manger napping.  I am so glad she’s recovered and done well after the surgery on her ankle.  I really do adore her.

Haley

Dolly and Aurora were lounging in the barn doorway Sunday morning.

Aurora and Dolly

It ended up being another scorching day before the rains cooled us down into more fall-like temperatures.

Speaking of which, happy Mabon!  It’s the first official day of fall.  Soon my beans will be harvested and it will be the end of the farming season.  Well, as much as it ever ends.

This little wooly bear showed up.  I’m not sure what a solid cream means. Hopefully, not stupid record-breaking cold.

I’m ready for cool weather and shorter days to hibernate.

Tiger–just because

Bob (with another injury on his leg; this one did not require a vet visit)

Hopefully, it means Bob will come in for the winter and quit fighting too.