Being gone five days a week hurts.
I guess I should have known.
When my sons were babies, I couldn’t leave them either.
Praise God I had the courage to swim against the current and stay home to raise them, when they needed me most.
Sometimes, I catch Rustic Russ without him knowing it, and capture the bliss that comes with connecting with animals.
Farming with animals is so “hands on”.
You must have a desire to connect and know your animals.
No one knows your animals better than you.
No one.
I will be patient, and wait for the day I can be “hands on” with our animals.
Daily.
All day.
Until then, I’m blessed to hear the little nuances each animal created in my absence.
And know they are fortunate to have a shepherd such as Rustic Russ looking over them each day.
Every day.
Until tomorrow ~ God willing,
Woodswoman
