Fate is a fearless creature, and iron-willed. She came out into the pasture with Red, she woofed a bit at the sheep and the donkeys, then inched forward and sat down right next to Red. “I’m with him,” she seemed to be saying. The sheep were attentive and impressed. It was great to see her out there with Red, he seemed to like it, he ignored Fate, as he most often does, but she adores him. How great to have her on the farm, to see her out there this morning, one day after she arrived.

We don’t waste a lot of time pondering things around here, life goes forward, every single day.