What a joy it is to feed dinner to the group in the warm late afternoon of summer. These days, now that the grass on the land is dried golden,
the animals are usually waiting near the barn at 4 pm for hay and other treats.
Here, Raphael and I enjoy a moment of communion while Sylphide goes for the bowl and the sheep gather at the feeder. It looks like Beau has decided that the teff hay (the hay supplier was out of the low-carb orchard grass I usually buy) is not worthy.