As the cold weather arrives and the pasture grass begins to die and brown, we go to the outer edges of the pastures for grass and brush, Red and I took the sheep out late this afternoon on a beautiful, cold and windswept day, and then after an hour or so, we walked them back to the farm. I am privileged to be in such beauty, so close to nature, learning to live the animals in my life, working with a remarkable dog like Red. This week, we will work with some vets, hopefully some from Iraq and Afghanistan.

I am a lucky man.