Today, my breeding pair of geese was moving gracefully across the road to the pond when someone flying thoughtlessly down the road simply ran them over. I loved those geese and wept to see the masses of white feathers scattered across the road as if several feather pillows had exploded.
I always find it fascinating to watch the innocence of Mother Nature confound the sophisticated schedules and towering technologies of man. The volcano in Iceland is the latest example of this.
One year ago, I was drowning in death. I lost my younger brother, my favorite cow, my dog, and my beloved cat – all within a few weeks. Coming so close on the heels of losing my marriage, it made for a tough time.
Every month Emma makes her way to the south pasture to stand at the fence, bellowing. Her mother used to do the same thing because she knew there was a bull in the pasture across the road. She would call to that bull for hours, telling him she was interested and ready for a little roll in the hay.
Late last Monday, I was chatting on the phone when a storm suddenly broke around us, bringing hail like I’ve never seen in my life. The hail wasn’t that big, but it was driven by spiraling wind that came at us from all directions. I thought perhaps it was a small tornado; others said it was straight-line winds moving almost 90 mph.
