I was spending a few quality moments in the pasture with the animals, enjoying a beautiful fall Sunday morning, when I heard a faint honking in the distance. Here they are passing overhead.
Then they very conveniently flew in front of the setting moon.
I observed that everything looks beautiful edged in white.
The burdock is down and burned, so the animals have another pasture to eat down. I'll leave them in there until deer hunting season opens, then it is back into the close in pastures only. No sense taking chances.
Mom came back exhausted. I don't think she slept all weekend. She woke up singing though.