Zip can’t stand to miss posing for a picture. He is a ham who needs an agent. My dusk walks are beautiful now. I see the farm and the world softly and beautifully.

Zip loves the tall grass in the front of the house (we don’t mow it anymore), and he popped his head up as I walked to the mailbox. Then he disappeared, hot on the trail of something. He needs an agent, not a farm.

Fanny gets a moment in the sun as it sets.