Wednesday, March 12, 2014
And Boone sun naps
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.