It’s been an unusually hot September so far. Hot and dry. The Battenkill is lower than it’s been in 35 years. We’ve been away for three days and the parts of the pasture that get no shade and were drying out when we left are now mostly yellow, the soil beneath it dust.
But we’re lucky, our well is running strong, so we don’t have to worry about water. The animals do what they can to cool off and keep the flies away. The donkeys spend more time rolling in the dust, the sheep breathe heavy in the shade of the pole barn, and Chloe nibbles on what’s left of the green grass.