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A fence is a grid of separation. It’s used to keep some of us inside and to keep others of us outside. When Arthur the goat first arrived, he was wild and lost in his new home.
Tags » Edgar Rice Burro, Donkey Universe
It just hasn’t been the same since Sumo died. He was my last old-goat-standing and a card-carrying anarchist. He’d been un-fencable here for fourteen years. I miss coming into the barn in the morning to find the feed cabinet pried open and supplement containers flung into the runs. 931 more words
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It’s all fun and games until…
…somebody takes a dive.
(He’s fine. He meant to do that.)
Anna Blake, Infinity Farm.
WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo- I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie.