I am happy to see two or three beautiful old stone walls in our woods, this wall is high – a pasture wall – and must have taken a huge amount of work. It is still standing, although there are gaps where hunters and other people have walked through. The stone walls mark our eastern property line, we have been walking there every day this week. I think we’ve walked every inch by now. Maria did this awhile ago, I’m catching. Red is not sure what he is supposed to do in the woods yet, there are no sheep.

Fate rockets around, leaping over trunks, streams, playing tag with Red, just exploring. I love the quiet of our woods.