It's been a long, hot, dry summer, and we're more than 15" short of rain for the year. We've been feeding hay to all our animals since mid-June--in a year when the first cutting wasn't up to par and the second cutting was very scant. An oak tree right behind the barn has died--turned completely brown--in just a few months.
However, there's one beneficial side effect to the drought: It's raining acorns! You can hear them plopping on the ground like hail with every slight breeze. Our steers and young bull are the only animals that have been pastured for most of this summer. Right now they have the run of both the Home and Middle pastures. Every day they come up to eat off their round bale, get a drink of water--and hoover up acorns across the fence from the giant oak in our back yard. The past few days they've been joined by a flock of bluebirds (one is perched on the fence by Wellie's head in the photo) swarming all over the ground. I finally figured out the bluebirds are enjoying buggy acorns.
That brown, crisp pasture is a sad sight, but I find comfort in the Bluebird of Happiness--along with the Wellie of Happiness and the Remy of Happiness!
(Merci, Kathleen Magnan, pour la poussée si douce de reprendre mon blog! Bisous!)