The Dexter cattle were sleepy and content in the meadow.
Thor was ever the alert Jack. He always keeps an eye on movement around the farm.
Morris, the supervisor watches the guys wrap bales of oat hay.
He is a great supervisor. Yes he is tied up, machinery is too tempting for him, he'd try and hitch a ride on the skid steer or help out with the operation of the bale wrapper.
Just before sunset, I went out to check on the mares in the back meadow.
Belle, our farm hound who is a people 'shadower', followed along.
The boys in their pasture where doing the 'fly' swishing thing.
Funny how they lined up.
Chores were done late to avoid the high heat from the sun.
Our skies have been orange nearly every night. I don't know if that has something to do with the wildfires out west and the smoke in the atmosphere or not.
But last night the colors conveyed the heat quite well.
And then darkness fell and the crickets began their night song. The Robins chirped their songs and fell silent.
Off in the distance young coyotes ran and yipped.
Thor and Bob brayed their challenge.
And our small farm went to sleep for the night.
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