The Best Kind of Therapy

Most days I am fresh, firm, strong, and ready to take on whatever the day throws my way.

However on the occasional day when I feel more like this (and we all have those days!)... 

I head out to find my special friends.

Ginger and MaryAnn are the best kind of therapy that anyone could ask for.

They enthusiastically come running as soon as they see me... letting me know with their gleeful grunts and their smiling faces that they are happy I am there.

With MaryAnn it is give and take.   For all of the affection she gives, she gladly takes a belly rub as payment.

Ginger just likes to say hi and then return to eating.  She's less apt to sign up for a lengthy session, but she cares, nonetheless.

Regarding yesterday's post:

My very favorite recipe that uses saffron is THIS one.

Ann:  we use pine shavings for our bedding.  We compost these shavings right along with the manure.  Our compost piles sit for at least a year before we use the compost.  We keep a compost thermometer in the active pile and monitor the temperature.  When it drops below 100 degrees, Jack turns the pile with the tractor.  By the end of a year,  just about everything has broken down nicely.

As for the demise of the runner duck... no, the eagle did not take it away... he ate it on the spot.  I am glad I was not there to witness it, however our neighbors were 😞.

As for this autumn's weird weather.  This will be the latest we have ever had to mow.  Normally by this time of year the grass has gone dormant.  We'll be mowing this week... again!