The old ones
Saturday, March 19, 2016 It’s a not so balmy 17° here this morning. I expected it to be cold overnight so I put a coat on dear old Luna. It’s hard for me to believe that she is 18 years old and we could be at the end of her days. It’s a part of farm life I’ll never be good at, but our herd is aging so I have to be prepared and keep the old ones as comfortable as I can for as long as it makes sense. Life goes on.