Day 32
If one we're to have come in today they would have noticed blood on my sleeves, dirt covered bruises on my hands and dried sweat everywhere. A tad tardy ta boot. Farming is routine but that doesn't mean it's ever dull. The things you experience tending large and small animals are guiding preparations for events to come. I was triggered by a blood covered steer, only one eye visible through the mess of resonant red was staring through me, poor fella lost a horn. As bad as it looked and after a draw to end the wrestling (wrangling) match we had to allow it to be cleaned, he'll be fine. The Great One-Horned-Hectar. It was seeing so much blood of the innocent pour out, that hurts, that brings on waves of things that I can never unsee. These moments will all become gifts. Some are harder to accept and some hold lessons we can't ever forget. A dog gave me strength. I gave her everything in return. I sing a song for her on day 15. I think of her more often than not. Music flowed without effort an appropriate contrast to the work day.
