Happy Post Thanksgiving! If having way too much food around at all times AND being off work isn't enough, we had our sweet daughter, Lauren, in town for 4 days. We were thrilled to have her here for the holiday, but her puppy (Tula) was even more excited to have her Dog Mama here. They are bonded beyond belief, and only have eyes for each other. So with that, here's the scoopie poop:
Lauren is moving back to the Dallas area at the end of December, as she has taken a job here, instead of the original plan of going to Houston. Either way, it's a win-win. Houston has a fabulous library system, and Lauren was to be a Youth Librarian there. But after much thought, she has decided to take a Children's Librarian position in the Dallas area instead. She's super excited to 1) move back to Texas, and 2) have her puppy back - and be near family again. We are looking forward to her being close again, and I will have my yoga partner back, as well as a fellow running partner. Colorado has been good to her, and I know it will be a experience she'll always remember.
As Tula awaits her Dog Mama to come back, David and I are doing the best we can to be surrogate dog parents. Tula and I are still going to Manners Class at What A Great Dog training facility in Frisco. It's a completely positive reinforcement discipline used to train your puppy/dog. I have blogged about this new-to-me training method previously, and am happy to report I've come a long way in my own progress. Tula can only be as good as I am, as she relies on me to train her. And I'm not that good. So she rides the struggle bus, along with me, as we go through this journey of learning good dog manners together. It's a team effort, and since there's no "I" in team (there is a "me" though) it's either we're both succeeding - or we're both screwing it all up. I'll leave it as: we are a work-in-progress. I definitely have more work to do, but I will tell you, I can regurgitate the proper actions verbally, but actually doing them is another story. I do know one thing, that when it rains dog treats from my fingers, Tula is a perfect puppy pupil. Attentive and willing to do most anything. Unfortunately, I can't live my life with my dog-treat bag hanging from my waist band. That's a real thing, by the way, and I'm "that lady" with her bag of treats hanging from the waist band of my sweat pants. It's not a good look. But I do what I have to do - when I'm at dog school.
Now what about those new baby chicks I got awhile back, you ask? We had purchased 6 mystery chicks a couple of months ago, because the people who sold them to us said, "Well, we think they are (make up any name) breed, or (make up another name) breed. Yeah, we're pretty sure they will be one of those breeds". WRONG. It only took a matter of (short) time to realize they did not know what they were talking about. And it's not like we are experts on baby chickens either, so between all of us involved, no one knew what-the-heck breed these chicks really were. Fast forward 2-3 months, and waa-laa, we learned several things. 1) 4 of them were roosters. Now, you know the Sheriff (my husband, David) does not have many rules in life, but one of his rules is: No Roosters. Period. Away those 4 go, to a new home that allows roosters. 2) The 2 remaining chicks began to divide their cells at such a fast pace, they were hot to the touch. This is true, I promise. If you were to pick up one of these sweet chickens, you would think they were running a fever. They feel like they are literally on fire. Their cells are dividing and growing at a incredible pace. Why? Because they are cornish hens. Beautiful, huge, white cornish hens. Huge, short, wide legs. Ginormous bodies, waddling around on these short, fat legs. They are meat chickens. Just like the majority of chickens that people eat every day. The problem is, I have named them. Daisy and Lily. How could I possibly eat them?! They don't forage for food, they enjoy the food provided for them, and they will lay very few eggs. They are the kindest and sweetest chickens you can imagine. Gentle giants. The smaller (yet older) chickens boss them around! To add a twist of irony to this dilemma, is David got a new Big Green Egg and he'd love nothing more than to cook these tasty delights on it. I am sick about this. It's a predicament that's weighing heavy on me. Do we really eat them? Do I let them just continue to grow and grow until they burst? Because they get bigger all the time. This "update" will go unsolved. It's like watching a Dateline that doesn't find the perpetrator. This will continue to be a mystery of what we'll do. David is off work Friday to cook a brisket, and I have a hunch that there will be more than red meat on his new smoker. I feel nauseous.
I'll turn to a happier bit of news. David and I have the opportunity to travel to Honduras in February for a mission trip. One World Surgery Center is able to provide surgeries to the people (in need) in Honduras based on volunteers and donations. It is located on a 24/7 well-guarded ranch, along with an orphanage. I will volunteer as a Operating Room Registered Nurse, while David will volunteer for what they call "General" duties such as cooking, assisting in the surgery center, assisting in the orphanage, or many other general duties such as mowing, painting (or such) that is needed at the time we are there. I'll definitely blog each day I'm there so you can come along with me!
As we all fall back into our usual routines after this wonderful holiday, I realize how much I love routine in my life. I'm one of those people who can eat the same things each day, go to bed at the same time each day, and become way too set in my ways. So in my effort(s) to be more mindful, I stay turned for opportunities to grow. This helps me not be so stuck in my ways. I do enjoy thinking outside of my 9 dots. It's good for my brain, my mind, my soul and my spirit. Whether it's asking my daughter the specific reasons I should change my internet browser to Google Chrome (because she thinks it's the bomb), or not using the sentence "well it's not broken, so my iPhone 5 is just fine", or recognizing when I'm saying something "old people" say - or resisting change, esp when it comes to technology. I have many opportunities for self-improvement. As each year passes, I have to remind myself to be more objective. It's easy to start closing my world down a little at a time as each year passes. I want to be better, and open myself up, instead. This definitely requires extra effort on my part. Did I mention I'm a work-in-progress?
Stuck on my Safari internet browser,
Cyndi
Sunday, November 26, 2017
Sunday, November 12, 2017
Tula
Tula is an (almost) 7 month old Australian Shepherd puppy who has come to the farm to live with us. She is Lauren's (our daughter) little puppy who will live with us until she moves from Colorado back to Texas. Lauren has taken a new Children's Librarian position in the Dallas area, and will be making her way back to Texas around Christmas time. Until then, Tula is on vacation here at the farm.
This actually occurred a few weeks ago, but David and I have been finding our 'new' normal and figuring out how a (herding) puppy will acclimate at the farm. Or should that be, how we'll acclimate with her here at the farm. I'll start with telling you about Tula. She's sweet, smart, playful and has a great desire to please. She has bright eyes, soft fur, and a heart of gold. She's had prior training at the age of 4 months and knows commands such as Sit and Heel, with a sprinkle of Tula, Come and/or Stay that needs some further undertaking. Granted, this prior training was done in a older fashion of what I've come to understand as "negative" dog training. Wait, what? Telling a dog No is a bad thing? What if we never told our children No? I may be old-school, but I was under the impression that that's how you help a dog understand expectations. No, don't do this, Yes, do this. And then the dog figures it out......right and wrong behaviors. Insert record scratch noise here. Nope, sorry Cyndi, that's not how it's done these days.
After hearing about some 'crazy' positive reinforcement dog training concept from not only my daughter, as well as co-workers, I poo-poo'd it (nice pun, huh?) and deleted that idea from my brain. I was convinced that since I've had plenty of dogs that have all turned out okay, that this "new" training idea was not for me. Then, I realized what I was doing. I was not receptive to this idea, and turned it away before even trying it - or considering it. I find as I get older that I can somehow justify this behavior. I can say, "No, thanks, I don't want to do fill-in-the-blank". It's as if I feel entitled to NOT have to try new things anymore because somehow my "old" way is still just as good. Kind of like the old adage: If it aint broke don't fix it. Time to reevaluate this, Cyndi. I can't start the old-person-hard-headed thing yet. I want to, but then I'm just setting my own self back in time. I've tried to tell myself I'll stay current, open-minded, objective and aware of new things as I age. How quickly this example shed a light on my need to improve, and stay true to being mindful of my thoughts and decisions. I was in auto-pilot mode when I shot down the positive dog training idea. That sounds like I would need to learn something new, that I don't care to learn. So, no thanks.
This situation of conflict brought about swirling in my soul, and chaos in my spirit. Should I try out this positive dog-training program? Should I revert to my old dog training ways? Why am I making this such a big deal? I know why. I have a puppy who is relying on me to help her be the best dog she can be.
Confession: I've been working on my mindfulness vs my mindlessness. It's so complicated, yet so simple. Mindfulness: A deliberate way of paying attention to what is occurring within oneself as it is happening. It is the process of attentively observing your experience as it unfolds, without judgement or evaluation". If I am to be mindful regarding this, I need to continue to develop deep attention to the present moment. Hence, I am utilizing this concept to have the awareness to see my own behavior regarding this dog training topic. I saw it! Right before my very eyes, when I am mindful, I am able to see what I'm doing. Dang it. It's easier to push it all away, and just say I'm not going to do this positive dog training thing. I'm going to do what - and how - I know in regards to training this puppy. And I did that. I said that. I put my foot down and said it out loud. "Not going to learn a new dog training technique". Period.
Yet, I didn't like the way it felt saying that. It's as if it tasted bad. Yeah, it felt good for a second after I said it, but then I knew better. If I am to be mindful of what I'm doing, I must be aware of all elements of it. Shutting down and rejecting this new opportunity of dog training was my example of mindlessness. Oh no! Just what I was trying not to do. I want to be less mindless and more mindful in my life.
I sat on my obstinance for a day. I let it brew inside me, and made every excuse why I made this decision. Then, I made my break-through. I paid attention to my thoughts, and the chatter in my head about it all. I observed my behavior as it all was occurring, and decided to be present in the moment. The old me would have plowed through with "not gonna do it". The new me wants to go somewhere new in life. Okay family, I'm boarding the train of Positive Reinforcement Dog Training. Okay then, I can't say the word 'No' to this puppy?! That's just crazy. Ooopppps, I didn't mean that. Or did I.
I proceeded to find a Doggie Day Care for Tula because David and I are both gone too long during the day to leave her crated. If we leave her out to roam the farm, she consistently herds the chickens, sheep and barn cats. Not a good thing. So we find a wonderful doggie daycare that specializes in positive reinforcement. That's a real thing, and apparently not hard to find, esp if I can find it.
Tula starts going to school each day. She plays hard all day, and there's even nap time from 12 - 2:30. By the way, you can't pick up your dog while they are napping (what universe do I live in?). The people there teach your dog a few chosen commands - with treats. They never say the word No. It rains treats at this Pet Resort.
Next? I signed up for a positive dog training class for me - and Tula, of course. But more for me. The name of this training center is called "What A Great Dog". For real. I've gone there twice now, for two group sessions with Tula. I'm in the moment while I'm there. I'm like a sponge, who is mesmerized by every word the Professional Positive Dog Trainer says. My mindfulness seems so natural there, as if I'm in a trance. Absorbing every action, word and movement around me. Like it's all happening in slow motion. I can't quit staring at the instructor, as if I can't believe what I'm hearing. Does this really work? I know one thing for sure.....I'm going to find out.
I better go buy more dog treats,
Cyndi
This actually occurred a few weeks ago, but David and I have been finding our 'new' normal and figuring out how a (herding) puppy will acclimate at the farm. Or should that be, how we'll acclimate with her here at the farm. I'll start with telling you about Tula. She's sweet, smart, playful and has a great desire to please. She has bright eyes, soft fur, and a heart of gold. She's had prior training at the age of 4 months and knows commands such as Sit and Heel, with a sprinkle of Tula, Come and/or Stay that needs some further undertaking. Granted, this prior training was done in a older fashion of what I've come to understand as "negative" dog training. Wait, what? Telling a dog No is a bad thing? What if we never told our children No? I may be old-school, but I was under the impression that that's how you help a dog understand expectations. No, don't do this, Yes, do this. And then the dog figures it out......right and wrong behaviors. Insert record scratch noise here. Nope, sorry Cyndi, that's not how it's done these days.
After hearing about some 'crazy' positive reinforcement dog training concept from not only my daughter, as well as co-workers, I poo-poo'd it (nice pun, huh?) and deleted that idea from my brain. I was convinced that since I've had plenty of dogs that have all turned out okay, that this "new" training idea was not for me. Then, I realized what I was doing. I was not receptive to this idea, and turned it away before even trying it - or considering it. I find as I get older that I can somehow justify this behavior. I can say, "No, thanks, I don't want to do fill-in-the-blank". It's as if I feel entitled to NOT have to try new things anymore because somehow my "old" way is still just as good. Kind of like the old adage: If it aint broke don't fix it. Time to reevaluate this, Cyndi. I can't start the old-person-hard-headed thing yet. I want to, but then I'm just setting my own self back in time. I've tried to tell myself I'll stay current, open-minded, objective and aware of new things as I age. How quickly this example shed a light on my need to improve, and stay true to being mindful of my thoughts and decisions. I was in auto-pilot mode when I shot down the positive dog training idea. That sounds like I would need to learn something new, that I don't care to learn. So, no thanks.
This situation of conflict brought about swirling in my soul, and chaos in my spirit. Should I try out this positive dog-training program? Should I revert to my old dog training ways? Why am I making this such a big deal? I know why. I have a puppy who is relying on me to help her be the best dog she can be.
Confession: I've been working on my mindfulness vs my mindlessness. It's so complicated, yet so simple. Mindfulness: A deliberate way of paying attention to what is occurring within oneself as it is happening. It is the process of attentively observing your experience as it unfolds, without judgement or evaluation". If I am to be mindful regarding this, I need to continue to develop deep attention to the present moment. Hence, I am utilizing this concept to have the awareness to see my own behavior regarding this dog training topic. I saw it! Right before my very eyes, when I am mindful, I am able to see what I'm doing. Dang it. It's easier to push it all away, and just say I'm not going to do this positive dog training thing. I'm going to do what - and how - I know in regards to training this puppy. And I did that. I said that. I put my foot down and said it out loud. "Not going to learn a new dog training technique". Period.
Yet, I didn't like the way it felt saying that. It's as if it tasted bad. Yeah, it felt good for a second after I said it, but then I knew better. If I am to be mindful of what I'm doing, I must be aware of all elements of it. Shutting down and rejecting this new opportunity of dog training was my example of mindlessness. Oh no! Just what I was trying not to do. I want to be less mindless and more mindful in my life.
I sat on my obstinance for a day. I let it brew inside me, and made every excuse why I made this decision. Then, I made my break-through. I paid attention to my thoughts, and the chatter in my head about it all. I observed my behavior as it all was occurring, and decided to be present in the moment. The old me would have plowed through with "not gonna do it". The new me wants to go somewhere new in life. Okay family, I'm boarding the train of Positive Reinforcement Dog Training. Okay then, I can't say the word 'No' to this puppy?! That's just crazy. Ooopppps, I didn't mean that. Or did I.
I proceeded to find a Doggie Day Care for Tula because David and I are both gone too long during the day to leave her crated. If we leave her out to roam the farm, she consistently herds the chickens, sheep and barn cats. Not a good thing. So we find a wonderful doggie daycare that specializes in positive reinforcement. That's a real thing, and apparently not hard to find, esp if I can find it.
Tula starts going to school each day. She plays hard all day, and there's even nap time from 12 - 2:30. By the way, you can't pick up your dog while they are napping (what universe do I live in?). The people there teach your dog a few chosen commands - with treats. They never say the word No. It rains treats at this Pet Resort.
Next? I signed up for a positive dog training class for me - and Tula, of course. But more for me. The name of this training center is called "What A Great Dog". For real. I've gone there twice now, for two group sessions with Tula. I'm in the moment while I'm there. I'm like a sponge, who is mesmerized by every word the Professional Positive Dog Trainer says. My mindfulness seems so natural there, as if I'm in a trance. Absorbing every action, word and movement around me. Like it's all happening in slow motion. I can't quit staring at the instructor, as if I can't believe what I'm hearing. Does this really work? I know one thing for sure.....I'm going to find out.
I better go buy more dog treats,
Cyndi
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
Feeding Time
As I take refuge in the barn each day, normally in the mornings for feedings, and after work, I have come to realize that this is not just a chore I do, but a place of peace. I have established a ritual of feeding, so that all the animals know "their turn will come". Most wait patiently, having faith I will get to them soon. I love this about them. I try to take a page out of their book, knowing that if I also wait in life, I will be the recipient of just what I need.
I give my sweet barn cats fresh kitty food, with one cat in particular that gets "wet" cat food due to his difficulty with chewing hard food. The vet told us he also has colitis, and his gut may never be okay. We have tried everything to help him heal his tummy and colon issues including probiotics, antibiotics (to kill off the bad bacteria in his little gut), dewormer, amid varying his diet. He's of small statue and came to the farm not well. Thanks to the local vet, we have helped him feel somewhat better. I see him everyday as he allows me to pet and love him. But as a traditional barn kitty, he does not want to be picked up. No, thanks. He's my example of plugging along, even when your body is sabotaging you. An adult cat in a kitten-size body. He lives his best life, despite his tough beginnings in life, whereby his colon now wrecks havoc on him. But we are blessed to him now, and his calm spirit and sweet demeanor, despite his colon troubles, make him a wonderful addition to the barn. He literally gets along with everyone. Everyone. Sometimes, I just want to be him in life. Easy to get along with, well liked by all, and hang out all day. To have a cat that gets along with all the others is rare. We don't typically have any fighting, mind you, but some cats prefer other cat friends more than others. And he's my example of unity. He has no ill-will towards anyone. He's my pint-sized inspiration.
After I love on the cats, I move to feed my great pyrenees. My great protectors. If I could only tell them how much I appreciate them. Thank you Levi and Whisper for all you do. You constantly stand guard and protect the others. How can I ever repay you? My best attempt is to feed you well. I give all yummy leftovers (heated up) to them, mixed in their dog food. I talk sweetly to them, pet them, and provide them rewards from our own table. They are the reason everyone in the barn, and front pasture is safe from predators. They expend a lot of energy during the day and night, so eating well is a necessity.
Next up, my sweet sheep, who have been patiently waiting for their turn. They graze the pasture mostly, but they also get a certain amount of grain while in their pen. I pour the grain into their feeding pans, and you would think it was Christmas. Every time. It reminds me of when I get the yummiest food - at just that right time. Just digging in, not being able to eat it fast enough. They adore their grain time. And as a bonus, I'll add some alfalfa. Jackpot! Their little baaaaaa sounds warm my heart, and I realize how lucky I am to have them. God has put his trust in me, to provide for them all. And it's with great pleasure that I do.
Let's see. Whose next? Oh yes, the chickens! I make sure all their feeders are full, but also put down scratch for them on the barn floor. They can access it as they like. A chicken's best friend is fresh water. My two newest girlz to the flock have gotten so big. It takes time to incorporate other pullets/hens into a existing flock. Hierarchy is apparent. But so far so good, as it just takes time. What we found out is our two newest chicks, who have grown physically into "big chickens" are of the Cornish breed. Does that sound familiar? They are a meat chicken. Meaning they will not lay many eggs, and are better suited to be eaten. I mean, they are meaty! If you pick them up, you will know what I mean. And even though at only 4 months old, they are bigger than all my other chickens, they are gentle giants. They are literally pets. They follow you around, and are super friendly. They are not good forgers, and prefer to hang out in the barn - eat the food provided. That's fine with me. They are an accident, as the feed store we bought them from did not know their breed. Almost like they were mystery chickens. But now that they have developed and grown, we can see what kind they are. Chickens people eat. Daisy and Lily will live a luxury life on our farm. We will not be eating them. Love my chickens!
Now, onto my 3 beautiful donkeys who have been watching my every move. They know they will get something. But what? Well, first off, they basically will eat anything. But I try to give them fruit, carrots, alfalfa, old bread/tortillas, sweets of any kind or any leftovers I think they might like. They are not meat eaters, and prefer sweets if possible. Mints are a favorite of theirs. They have a sweet tooth....just like me. I take time to feed them whatever I have brought to them that day, and they readily trust me, knowing it's going to be good. They rarely reject my offerings. I pet them, love them, and tell them what good donkeys they are. Their personalities keep me entertained. I never in my life knew I would have donkeys. I absolutely adore them. They are kind to everyone who comes over, and are a fan-favorite for sure. We had a new barn/run-in shed built for them a few weeks ago in the back pasture, and knowing they have their own place allows me to sleep better at night. It's like a Donkey B&B. A place to call their own, stay warm and dry. Just knowing they have their own place calms any chaos in my spirit. I know they are okay, like all the rest of the farm animals. That's the only way I can truly lay my head and rest at night. Knowing all my sweet-peas (in the barn and pastures) are comfortable too. My heart is so tender when it comes to every one of them.
We have installed a Barn Cam (in the barn) and I have the privilege of watching them throughout the day on it, from my phone. I can check on them, see how their doing - or better yet - what they are doing, throughout the day. It allows me to be there, when I'm not there. After all.....there's really no where else in my day that brings the serenity and peace that my barn does.
Let your light shine,
Cyndi
Happy Birthday, Brooke!!! I hope you had lots of sweet treats as well.
I give my sweet barn cats fresh kitty food, with one cat in particular that gets "wet" cat food due to his difficulty with chewing hard food. The vet told us he also has colitis, and his gut may never be okay. We have tried everything to help him heal his tummy and colon issues including probiotics, antibiotics (to kill off the bad bacteria in his little gut), dewormer, amid varying his diet. He's of small statue and came to the farm not well. Thanks to the local vet, we have helped him feel somewhat better. I see him everyday as he allows me to pet and love him. But as a traditional barn kitty, he does not want to be picked up. No, thanks. He's my example of plugging along, even when your body is sabotaging you. An adult cat in a kitten-size body. He lives his best life, despite his tough beginnings in life, whereby his colon now wrecks havoc on him. But we are blessed to him now, and his calm spirit and sweet demeanor, despite his colon troubles, make him a wonderful addition to the barn. He literally gets along with everyone. Everyone. Sometimes, I just want to be him in life. Easy to get along with, well liked by all, and hang out all day. To have a cat that gets along with all the others is rare. We don't typically have any fighting, mind you, but some cats prefer other cat friends more than others. And he's my example of unity. He has no ill-will towards anyone. He's my pint-sized inspiration.
After I love on the cats, I move to feed my great pyrenees. My great protectors. If I could only tell them how much I appreciate them. Thank you Levi and Whisper for all you do. You constantly stand guard and protect the others. How can I ever repay you? My best attempt is to feed you well. I give all yummy leftovers (heated up) to them, mixed in their dog food. I talk sweetly to them, pet them, and provide them rewards from our own table. They are the reason everyone in the barn, and front pasture is safe from predators. They expend a lot of energy during the day and night, so eating well is a necessity.
Next up, my sweet sheep, who have been patiently waiting for their turn. They graze the pasture mostly, but they also get a certain amount of grain while in their pen. I pour the grain into their feeding pans, and you would think it was Christmas. Every time. It reminds me of when I get the yummiest food - at just that right time. Just digging in, not being able to eat it fast enough. They adore their grain time. And as a bonus, I'll add some alfalfa. Jackpot! Their little baaaaaa sounds warm my heart, and I realize how lucky I am to have them. God has put his trust in me, to provide for them all. And it's with great pleasure that I do.
Let's see. Whose next? Oh yes, the chickens! I make sure all their feeders are full, but also put down scratch for them on the barn floor. They can access it as they like. A chicken's best friend is fresh water. My two newest girlz to the flock have gotten so big. It takes time to incorporate other pullets/hens into a existing flock. Hierarchy is apparent. But so far so good, as it just takes time. What we found out is our two newest chicks, who have grown physically into "big chickens" are of the Cornish breed. Does that sound familiar? They are a meat chicken. Meaning they will not lay many eggs, and are better suited to be eaten. I mean, they are meaty! If you pick them up, you will know what I mean. And even though at only 4 months old, they are bigger than all my other chickens, they are gentle giants. They are literally pets. They follow you around, and are super friendly. They are not good forgers, and prefer to hang out in the barn - eat the food provided. That's fine with me. They are an accident, as the feed store we bought them from did not know their breed. Almost like they were mystery chickens. But now that they have developed and grown, we can see what kind they are. Chickens people eat. Daisy and Lily will live a luxury life on our farm. We will not be eating them. Love my chickens!
Now, onto my 3 beautiful donkeys who have been watching my every move. They know they will get something. But what? Well, first off, they basically will eat anything. But I try to give them fruit, carrots, alfalfa, old bread/tortillas, sweets of any kind or any leftovers I think they might like. They are not meat eaters, and prefer sweets if possible. Mints are a favorite of theirs. They have a sweet tooth....just like me. I take time to feed them whatever I have brought to them that day, and they readily trust me, knowing it's going to be good. They rarely reject my offerings. I pet them, love them, and tell them what good donkeys they are. Their personalities keep me entertained. I never in my life knew I would have donkeys. I absolutely adore them. They are kind to everyone who comes over, and are a fan-favorite for sure. We had a new barn/run-in shed built for them a few weeks ago in the back pasture, and knowing they have their own place allows me to sleep better at night. It's like a Donkey B&B. A place to call their own, stay warm and dry. Just knowing they have their own place calms any chaos in my spirit. I know they are okay, like all the rest of the farm animals. That's the only way I can truly lay my head and rest at night. Knowing all my sweet-peas (in the barn and pastures) are comfortable too. My heart is so tender when it comes to every one of them.
We have installed a Barn Cam (in the barn) and I have the privilege of watching them throughout the day on it, from my phone. I can check on them, see how their doing - or better yet - what they are doing, throughout the day. It allows me to be there, when I'm not there. After all.....there's really no where else in my day that brings the serenity and peace that my barn does.
Let your light shine,
Cyndi
Happy Birthday, Brooke!!! I hope you had lots of sweet treats as well.
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