The sun. Oh, the sun.
When it returns in earnest this time of year, it turns large creatures into napping monuments. Boone stood nearby as I photographed lambs this morning. He eventually lost interest in my movements and just took a standing nap. Later he was splayed outright on his side, sun sleeping-every farmer's heart has stopped at least once or twice when they look out in the field and see an animal splayed out like death came knocking-but it is just a sun nap.
Everyone was out and about in the morning, and by noon Apifera was a sea of nappers-some on the warm concrete in the barnyard, some near their mothers they barely knew, some in the damp fields where the English Daisies have popped up.
I can hear the grass growing which makes me happy.
