With the beasties fed and contented Rosemary went on to other chores. It was time to go pick up some new residents. A farm in Ferguson falls was calli (...)

Those folk also had horses but they were already spoken for. They were skittish buggers, unlike Rosemary's horses. We had brought cages for the geese, (...)

We brought the geese in first into their own stall. There was a bit of squawking and wing flapping. Some sheep had come in to see what was going on. T (...)

Sunday:  I woke up early on Sunday morning. While it was still dark, I piled wood in Rosemary's basement. When the sun came out I was out with the ca (...)

A view of the frozen pond that await the geese in the spring. A place for the new chickens to explore too.

I liked the soft warm light of the new sun and the shadow of the other barn.

The forecast had the sun out only this morning before the clouds closed in again. I walked briskly in the crisp air. I wanted as many shots as possibl (...)

What a combination of light and structure. This old barn has been on its last legs for a long time. Still, it hangs on.

One of Rosemary's horses that I hadn't met yet. It came over to me and nuzzled. What a sweetie! It had evidently been well "molested".

It allowed me to get very close with the camera. If you look closely in its eye you can see the sun rise over Tiraislin Farm.

I went over to see how the beasties were doing by the hay bales. Most of the bales had been demolished by the hungry hordes.

At firt, I didn't realize why the horses were gathered atop this small hillock. Then I remembered that Rosemary had scored a bunch of carrots. Yum, ev (...)

While I was up on the high ground taking pictures, Georgina had climbed up to say hello. I gave her a hug and some head scritching.

This highland stood motionless in front of this rock pile. Perhaps it was dozing or just digesting. Perhaps it was contemplating a new theory on the n (...)

Speaking of the sun rising. It finally rose above the treeline and began spreading winter warmth to the grateful animals.

Naturally, Billy came over to check things out. I liked the way he stood with the rising sun behind him.

The horses were snorting in the cold and their breath condensed on their whiskers. I took advantage of the backlit situation.

Rosemary's castle on the hill. House. Home. Studio. Menagerie. Fascinating. Unexpected. Welcoming.

The farm is a landscape of unusual scope, from the barns down to this item. Is it a statement on impermanence? Rust never sleeps, as it were. Or is it (...)

We were just finishing breakfast when there was a loud banging at the front door. Who could be dropping by at that hour I wondered? It was Georgina, t (...)