Late this summer, Vander (below) showed up in the barn. We are nearly sure he is a sibling of Covid due the the apparent age and the similarity of facial markings and exactly matching colors. We don’t know if he had been fending for himself all this time, or was recently put out. He was pretty skinny. This morning, I weighed him at 12.6#.
You can’t tell in this right-side picture, but Vander has some tan tabby splotches on his back.
This is a hand-held time exposure, so not the best quality photo. All those red lights on the horizon are a warning-blink from part of a new wind farm being installed between me and the next mile over. There are close to a hundred of them. I’m already missing my unadulterated view. Yesterday’s blog photo was before this blight on God’s landscape. I freely admit that I am struggling to find a good face to put on this project. If these machines pulled their own weight in the economy, I suppose I would find some solace in that. As it is, I have to reconcile myself to the fact that I am paying taxes that are going to blight in my own neck of the cornfield.
I have to return my focus on things above and remember that at the day of the Lord, this too will pass (2 Peter 3:10).