Wedding day (Halloween) dawns clear and chilly after several days of rain. Sadie is up first, ready for a quick peep outside and breakfast. Seamus comes down just late enough to get breakfast before his peep and then lounges in the dog run for while. As the morning light creeps in it becomes apparent that all six guineas have successfully spent the night out (again).
We all miss Ellie, but none of us more so than Seamus. I remember how they played when he first came to the farm. He and I were both sad that her attitude toward him changed once he matured. Perhaps she was too much like me (and vice versa).
In reflecting on her death, I'm led to believe that perhaps she was finally willing to pass her job of looking after me to Ken, or perhaps she was just tired of hurting, but she looked into my face with a peaceful, steady gaze as she slowly relaxed and slipped away. I will miss her for a very long time.
The sky is blue, the air is crisp, the leaves are gone, and the new grass is a richly colored emerald swath stretching across the width of our farm. Oh, how many hopes rest on that gorgeous field! (All we have to do is get it fenced by summer.)