The week started out pretty dreary, with heavy rain on Monday and more dreary on Tuesday. So when the weather broke on Wed., before I hit the road for the long drive up to Washburn, WI, I decided it was time for a few new pics of Brigid's cria, who is now about a month and a half old.
Unfortunately, he was hanging around the back of the barn where the composting hay and dung lies in steaming piles on cement slabs. Not a pretty backdrop. But when you're photographing in a barnyard, there's not always much you can do about the background.
We've nicknamed this fellow "Mr. T," in reference to his little white goatee chin. He was a big boy at birth and has grown nicely ever since. Brigid is a very attentive mother, and Mr. T is never far from her side.
I only wish I had more time to spend with them and the herd. There is still so much to learn, so much to observe. I suspect these large brown eyes, watching me attentively as I pass among them snapping photos, know more about my body language than I know about theirs.
But in the meantime, I will have to be content with snapshots and glimpses as I move through the herd and my busy fall schedule, living in two states on two farms, missing home when I'm with Brigid, and missing Brigid when I'm at home.
This too shall pass.
Next spring, we will all be together again. Next spring, after our time in Hawaii, we will park our little silver bullet travel trailer on a hill with a view of the valley, breathing in the fresh air, memories of this summer apart fading slowly into the dusk.