The world really is round! These photos are a from the end of November, when my brother and sister-in-law and nephew came for a pie and coffee Thanksgiving campfire, and brought their drone. Shane let me watch the screen on his phone so I could see what the drone sees, and make screen shots. Can you believe Brandon cut all that grass! Not just our fields, but our good neighbors field, and even his neighbor, so everything green you can see in the photo.
That bright red tree in the front yard is the small volunteer Brandford pear, and that pile of wood is the cut up trunk of our old shade tree. Those small brown circles in the front lawn are little soil hummocks made by the mole, who is Brandon's nemisis. Brandon recently said the best thing about Sienna, our new dog, is that she loves to kill moles. I think she makes a bigger mess than the mole during her excavations, but Brandon thinks it's worth it to reduce the mole population. She doesn't eat them, so we find frozen mole-sicles by the front door regularly. They do not have eyes, I checked.
The pool is covered for the winter, and the garden looks just as messy from above as it does from the ground. Last summer four helicopters flew low over us while we were skinny dipping in the pool. I tried to shield myself with the wall of the pool and told myself they couldn't really see much. Ha! You can see everything from up there!
The donkeys have turned their little paddock into dirt. They enjoying rolling in the dust, and the light tan spots in the field are places they roll and kick up clouds of dirt. Now that's it winter, it's mud. We're discussing pouring a concrete pad so they have a place to stand at the food trough with their feet out of the mud. The farrier trimmed their hooves last week and didn't report any foot problems, but I would hate to stand in the mud for meals, and everytime I move the trough they trample the surrounding area into mud. I don't have to worry about Ernest overeating grass. I wonder...if all the green things in world were edible to you, and you had a big appetite, would it be terrible to look out over the fence at all that green while you chewed your hay? Like eating a dry salad in land made of hamburgers?
In the south facing view you can see the little forest I'm encouraging on the east side of the house. That bright green shrub in the forground is bush honeysuckle. I can't wait to cut that down and feed it to the goats!
There we are, waving from the campfire!
