We arrived home to find four of our roosters had been taken by a predator(s) which found ways to infiltrate the coop.
The cycle of ease and plenty from summer is gone – just like that – and replaced with lack, worry, and insecurity.
The bitter-moist frost hangs upon and bites in the air, penetrating muscles as they contract – making movement more difficult.
The neighbor above us now begins his evening fire in the fireplace ritual, sending a blanket of choking, acrid smoke smothering us with no relief until maybe two in the morning.
Every season brings its own challenges, but winter here is the most brutal.
As we prepare to leave, we see nature gathering its forces for a next level.
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