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Queen Clover with her royal court.
Animals are a daily wonder to observe. Someone mentioned my farm being like a peaceable kingdom yesterday in the comments, and that is so true in many ways, even while there is some competition at times amongst them. There is head-butting between the goats. Some stomping from the donkeys. Chickens trying to beat each other out for a scrap of bread. There is not much funnier than a little hen running away with a piece of bread in her mouth with a bunch of chickens–and two or three goats and a donkey–chasing after her.
But, mostly, there is much love.
Goats snuggling up to take a nap.
A rooster and a hen, side by side in the grass.
And the ducks, oh the ducks!
They cling to each other with an obsessive devotion. A few evenings ago, five of the ducks waddled into the chicken house for the night before realizing they’d lost one. She was in the goat yard and she was in such a panic, she couldn’t find her way out. Quacking. Desperately! The five ducks waddled back out of the chicken house, all astir. Quacking. Desperately! I ran into the goat yard and, perhaps due to her desperation, perhaps due to her wild panic, the lone duck let me pick her up and take her to her comrades. There was such jubilation. Such quacking! And they all ran into the chicken house together, their world set aright.
There are those, like Jack, who wish they could get more lovin’.
And those, like Annabelle, who don’t know how to love the one they’re with.
And those, like Jester, who don’t really want any lovin’ at all.
We can’t forget the timeless love of Kitten and Little, of course.
And Pocahontas will even put up with a chicken on her back.
But her newest, greatest passion is for Coco.
Well, perhaps the love is all on Poky’s part. The Giant Puppy isn’t sure how to deal with it.
Poky drapes herself over her object of adoration.
She nuzzles her huge lips all over Coco’s face.
She chews on her ear.
And chews on her ear.
Coco tries to escape.
Poky follows and she says….
Let me go with you, Giant Puppy!
Wherever you go, I will go.
Wherever you live, I will live.
Your people will be my people, and your God will be my God.
Wherever you die, I will die, and that is where I will be buried. May the Lord’s worst punishment come upon me if I let anything but death separate me from you!
And Coco says….
“Sheesh…..
…. OKAY ALREADY!”
