My friend Scott’s visit to the farm are all too rare, I always love to see him. He has the air of the Oracle or Prophet about him, he has always come from a sleepless night, beret in place, clogs and torn jeans. He draws animals like ants to honey, perhaps because he is always pulling bread, cookies, apples out of one pocket or another. Scott is a baker as well as a cafe owner, Flo appears magically in  his lap, the donkeys gather for their bread, chickens patrol behind him.

Scott needs animals in his life, he comes to the farm to talk and get an animal fix. Red melts at the sight of him, vice versa. He loved Simon and communes with Lulu and Fanny.

I thought this photo captured the spirit of the oracle, he is a member of the Fabulous Old Men’s Club, Paul Moshimer (another member) is coming to visit this afternoon and stay over. He is rescuing a blind  horse. I love having these two prophets in my life, I have always aspired to be a prophet, and am sometimes accused of being a mystic, another word for a crazy person. Scott speaks my language.