November 17, 2008 – I have this recurring feeling that Winston, one of the prime symbols of Bedlam Farm, is nearing his end. He rarely comes out of the barn these days, hugging the heat lamp, and I’m not sure he has ever fully recovered the wounds he suffered at the hands of his late son, Winston Jr.
  So I’m moved to chronicle Winston’s remaining time, in some words and photos. This morning, he came out to meet Annie, who he loves, and get some birdseed, which she and I drop every morning out near the barn. He hears more than he sees, and gets his seed, and then is not seen again, although I often go in at night and visit him in the big barn.
  He follows the hens around a bit, but his most faithful companion is Minnie the barn cat, who is always nearby and who often rubs against him, and sleeps close by. Annie think Winston has some years left in him, but I think not. He is fading, I suspect. We’ll see.