Boo still loves them though.
The barn was still yesterday. Still and quiet. Cold. The birds fluffed up and warm, peering about watching for any loose oats spilling into the straw. It is hard for me to describe to you the stillness and essential warmth of the barn even in the bitter cold. The animals watch me, oh I know it is a cupboard love but once they have inspected my hands and seen no apples or carrots they turn back to their sleeping or scavenging, thinking and drifting and the sounds of the whispering building and the chiming birds resumes. The wind speaks, the chandelier sparkle of drifting snow through the myriad of cracks in the old barn sparkle like miniscule tinsel falling to the ground. It all shifts and rearranges itself into a small oasis of dove-tailing peace.
I honestly believe that if I did not have a husband in the house to tend, I would not come inside at all. I would take my blankets and my thin foldable pillows and I would curl up behind Sheila and with my dogs at my back I would sleep in the straw out there in the barn. I know that seems strange. John won’t even come out and do chores in the cold. He hates it. But I love the challenge of it, the knowledge, its power, and the barn with all its holes and patched roof and unstable loft, and flocks of birds, it is my haven. the breath of all these animals who depend on me, their eyes and radar ears and if the animals can survive out there surely I can too. I would you know. Sleep out there. Just to see if I could. The cows have their own beds, the same one every night, the big pigs have their bed, and the little kunes have their bat cave, the chickens roost in the same spot every night. Should I sleep with the big pigs or the kunes?.. hmm.
It was cold yesterday. But we have seen colder. Much colder.
And it snowed last night.
I hope you have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farm (and everyone needs a friend with a farm)