The last of the hay has been baled. :~) As we were finishing the field, we saw again, two young coyotes poking their heads up above the tall grasses. They were catching and eating grasshoppers. I don't think a coyote has an easy life but these two seemed to be plump and in good health.
Fall colors are beginning to show up along the trail on which Millie and I walk every day. Our oldest granddaughter, who enjoys walking as much as I do, went along with us today. We stopped along the way and picked some muscadine grapes which are quite plentiful this year. The granddaughter filled her pockets.
I have much love for this old well-worn path that winds past the upper pond, over hill and through fields and meadows. In summer the tanagers, cardinals and mockingbirds sing from the thickets and treetops, but today there was only the scream of a Red-Tailed hawk and the caws of some noisy crows.
The latest set of twins were lying in the upper meadow, while Momma Cow grazed nearby. She thought something looked suspicious, so she came running and quickly took her babies away. I am thankful that she can, at least, count to two, for most cows can't, or won't, so that we have to raise the rejected one on a bottle. It has been a year for twins, and we currently have two bottle calves to care for.