I heard a ruckus of bleating below our house yesterday, as usually happens when the neighbors bring the flock by to pasture. I like to go visit the sheep, because they’re fuzzy and funny, and sometimes they have lambs and they’re really cute. This time, I noticed that one of the rams was hopping instead of walking, and a closer inspection revealed that he had only three legs! Those of you that have been following us for a while might remember more than a year ago, when the neighbors discovered a dog had gnawed the leg off of one of their newborn lambs. I am pleased to announce that “Stumpy” has done quite well for himself: he’s grown up to overcome his handicap, and is now the biggest sheep in the flock. And he has three horns, too!

And in case you forget that we live in a rural place, here is a picture of some farm workers we passed on the way back from our health lecture this afternoon. They are bringing in the winter wheat harvest, the old fashioned way. Their master was a hundred yards behind them, carrying a load of his own. But he didn’t need to tell them where to go; they know the road by themselves by now.