|RJ, S. and K.|
The three grave diggers produced a fine, huge hole, probably 6x9 and nearly 6 feet deep. Pretty impressive here in the land of boulders. As fresh snow began to fall, C. tied a blue ribbon around his long neck, and we planted him in the pasture behind the barn. And as we started to fill in the grave, Em and I made Azul's herd hum, a kind of low, breathy two-note "yeah."
The goats and sheep stayed well away. They find our customs barbaric.
|He was not beautiful when he arrived.|
|He liked a good spray with the hose on hot days.|