Farm in Fall

My camera lens got a bit dirty, so this was the best photo I could get of our rooster who is, to say the least, peculiar.

      As I sit here lightly editing the post and making plans for the rest of my day I realize I only photographed our livestock! As the days get shorter again and there is a cutting cold in the early mornings before work we still have many, many vegetables in the ground that are doing wonderfully and deserve some acknowledgement, but it appears that may be for another post...

      Fall, as much as I adore it (Layers! And changing leaves! And time to read and knit and cuddle!), has turned into a stressful time of year for me. A time for choices, moving and letting go. As much as I love California and especially here in the northern foothills, the Salish Sea is calling. Not to mention on a more practical note- I've been organizing my finances and creating a budget (really rather functional for a 23 year old)- I realized I don't have the funds for the very necessary irrigation system or water here. I also realized I won't have money to do even a quick road trip this winter to the desert which I desperately wanted to do this winter, but alas,  if it means I get to have my own farm this winter I'm forcing myself to be content with that.

      Speaking of letting things go, four of our six pigs are enjoying their last few days on the farm. I have mixed emotions about this, as I have grown rather fond of them. Having never raised or butchered my own animals, only hunted them which is a totally different dynamic, I am sad, but happy to know that these hogs never had to endure the discomforts of a conventional pig farm, had a large area to rut around in, plenty of mud for wallowing, and all the fresh, organic produce to gorge themselves on every morning. They had a happy, carefree life; a life I wish more livestock had.

      But the sheep are all staying with us; we've even taken on a male called R17 (affectionately called "R") who will hopefully help our herd grow. He's more comfortable with us and loves a good back scratch some mornings when I cut through their area to let the chickens out.

      Some days I wonder how, or if the animals mark the passing of the seasons; or if it is merely instinct that causes their changes in behavior. What do you think?

      Before it gets too hot out today I'll be off hunting mushrooms in the woods, celebrating the recent rains and scouring the ground for the huge acorns that have started to drop.

Coming up: tarot spreads, paintings, delicious noms for the end of season tomatoes and miscellaneous adventures!