Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Bessie and the Gals were

playing hide and go seek the last I saw them.


I can't help but giggle, when I see the huge animals standing behind a tree and telling me to shhhh.  Why do they think their friends can't see them behind the tree?  I can't tell.  But they laugh so hard when they turn around and get over to their friend who is hiding.  The way of the cow's frolicing is very amusing.

They run after one another with such abandon, whether it is tag or hide and seek or their laps, as they call them, it is astounding how they entertain one another, when they are not gossiping.

Gossip is their primary passion and I don't think it is malicious, just their way.
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Sparrow's Spring nest

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