Sundays failed to be reported Monday due to technical difficulties away from home. Sundays is a song by Counting Crows and Sundays hold the seed of the week.
Monday a large heron flies very relaxed over the field at (for here) a high altitude. Moreover the heron flies over the horses. The streams around here are small and meandering, waving as they track through the farmland, or the farmland grows around them.
At the barn spent time pulling mangy hair out of the crippled cat. Last winter her leg was pulled apart. It is now disfigured and crooked. She can put some weight on it after six months. What she can’t do is to reach behind her left ear and that side of her neck to groom.