We love to watch the cows graze.
Abraham helped hold the hose in the trough. It was having a hard time staying put, and he faithfully completed his task.
When cows have had enough to eat, and have overall well-being, they get horizontal lines in their hair, down on their bellies. Can you see the horizontal streaks, called "happy lines," on this shiny cow?
Can you spot the cow in all that grass?
To get some perspective on the new greenhouse: the old greenhouse, 16'x10', is in the foreground, and the new greenhouse in the background. I love the structural frame of the new greenhouse; I'm a bit bummed that it will soon be a plastic-covered caterpillar, too.
The white ducks are Pekin, the black are Cayuga, the mottled are Welsh Harlequin, and there's a Khaki Campbell at the front of the group, if you look closely.
Phil thinks Buttercup is within a week. She is certainly moving with that slow, ready to be done, late pregnancy waddle.
Some time ago, I found a nest with an egg. Then there were three eggs. Then there were babies, quite ugly and naked. I never saw a mother come and feed the babies (not that I watched much). And then, one day, after only a week, there were no babies. I found nothing under the nest. It's just empty and abandoned.
The wasp nest, so small and delicate only two months ago, is now about as large as a basketball, and quite intimidating.
wasp nest
Joe goes everywhere with us. In this case, he's going down to help Phil till.
This evening, Jadon was taking self-portraits with the camera, as best as he was able. (He has such a nice face! Such a nice boy!)
He took a nice photo of Joe.
And then I took the camera and Joe attacked him. These brothers have a sweet relationship: Joe adores Jadon, and Jadon enjoys Joe. I haven't seen that before in the boys (who are friends and companions, but haven't been hero/followers).
I continue to thrill to the colors on the farm. The red of the flowers.
It even has my all-time favorite color: rich magenta.
In more flowers than one.
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