i stand at the OtherSide of the Migrational Cooridor and YELL!….SNOW BUNNY! BUN BUN!
i yell…Bun Bun! and then…she comes…dear Eldest her, she comes because i yell for her
I wonder now what i would Ever do Without Them?
i stand at the OtherSide of the Migrational Cooridor and YELL!….SNOW BUNNY! BUN BUN!
i yell…Bun Bun! and then…she comes…dear Eldest her, she comes because i yell for her
I wonder now what i would Ever do Without Them?
Close–to be so close (in the photographs) – only a vision of what it is like to really be so close to them. It touches my heart.
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every thing about these pictures moves me. i want to scratch them behind their ears–smell that beautiful grass–smell their breath–and look closer at snake stick in the corridor.
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Why do I ever even think of you living alone???? I think sometimes how lonely it must be…..thanks for showing me what you get to come home too…..beautifully AMAZING! Oh those eyes……
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Goat portraits! Each individual personality comes through. What a lovely family you have. Thanks for sharing them with us. Like having Foster Goats!
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This was great
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Goats have such different eyes!
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The goats look so clean and healthy. I would love to touch their felty ears.
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You would love them so much, Michelle. I can so easily imagine
you and i sitting on the porch, them coming
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yes, their breath. Their breath is healing.
and ahhhh, the snake stick…i’ll go get it in the morning…
i’d not noticed
you SEE things
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it’s interesting, Tina….it IS alone in ways, but in other ways it is not at all alone. and it is never really “lonely” at all.
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i love it that it feels this way to you…
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Thanks…and it was great for me to do it….they FIX so much.
Just moving among them….
and i liked not trying to get a good pic, just clicking.
Yes.
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and this is the thing. How this is….
How i used to explain to my kids about how there must be some
kind of GodThing, some Great Intelligence that invented Beauty
and was Curious about all the different ways Things could be
I still think that
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they are. they are so amazingly CLEAN. Like CLEAN….shining and
spotless…especially Nogal, the young buck, his fur Shines like
Diamonds…glistens in the morning SUN
they like having their ears felt, will stand so still, gazing off with those eyes all dreamy
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I think it was Moss Hart from one of those Broadway plays we did when I was in high school..said “If Wishes were horses, beggars would ride.” – No, it was George Kaufman (I googled it-https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beggar_on_Horseback)
The point being, I would be there sitting on that porch with you, smelling hay and goat and dog, and more from the bushes depending on the season, then staring out over the vast to the ridge, then up into the firmament. Oh, what a time we might have if wishes were horses. I’ll sleep tonight thinking ‘maybe some day’……
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in a certain way
we can do that now
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