Morning...i looked up, into the visor mirror
emrie is very good at Noticing. She saw how people were taking buckets here and there and went off to find a bucket for her own
put scraps of stuff from the floor in it and then carried it up and down the corridor, dispensing. She loves this.
Cowboy 911 was here today. Macho dudes. Alyssia and i were mesmerized. The across the field neighbors, Kathy, my age and her son Gabriel probably late 40's. From Paradise. The back of their horse trailer, burnt, the tail lights melted. 4 horses here, 1 old mare left behind. Kathy cried with the telling. Gabriel talked of his herb garden. They went over to where Red Cross had blankets and jackets, came back with down jackets and down vest. Her sister from Oregon arrived late in the day.
We walked slow and over to the way right, some so Beauty Full horses with burns. We walked slow. Stopping at every one. To say Love. Their Eyes.
the two very young lambs, a note left with them that they were being bottle fed. We talked to the woman working with them as she went in to try. The female won't take the bottle. But tonight, did press close into her as she sat on the floor, holding her. She's weak.
Talkie, so happy to see us, Talking, Talkie, and we held her. Some chickens, burned, heads pulled close in, but being cared for, being given healing.
Metta
