Shearing Day

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Two weeks ago was shearing day here at the farm. We had a young fellow and his father come out and shave all our sheep – except Pumpernickel, who seemed to have some really tough wool near her skin, and he didn’t want to force things and cut her, so she is half shaved and half stubble. Very punk.


Night

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There are things that can be a pain about living up on a mountain surrounded by cows. The sounds of the cows enjoying themselves all night long. Having to walk a quarter mile to your mailbox. No stores within short driving distance. Noisy cows.

But when it’s a cold, clear fall night, before the moon rises, and you stand in the driveway and look up at a gazillion stars and the Milky Way, it can seem a good tradeoff.