Talking Animals at Midnight
Just in from the night feed. It’s longjohn weather, my head bandaged with layers of hats and a muffler, thick boots, a winter barn coat that makes me look like one of those inflatable lawn ornaments folks have in town. It’s ten degrees on a particularly black night, when the stars are the starkest white. There’s a silent dusting of snow.
The night is so quiet that animals aren’t hunkered down in…
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