One of the many things I love about a farm is being able to look out almost any window on either side of the house and see a donkey or a sheep grazing, a cat sleeping, or a bird singing or a raven or crow squawking.

The sights and sounds of the farm are a song, and it’s always being sung, or a painting, and it’s always been drawn or painted.

I was cooking dinner and went outside when I saw the sheep grazing by the fence; it was such an evocative image.

For most of my life, I saw cars, buses trucks and fire engines when I look out my window, this is better.