From Tuesday, September 18, 2001... I simply turned toward the south after finishing #0545 "The Back Forty" and looked across the headwaters of the Humber at the reflection of a barely alive willow tree. The beavers had partially gnawed through the trunk. There was just a bit of bark keeping some leaves on the canopy above. I was interested by the dark colours and shapes reflected in the water and just wanted to have some fun.
The family Chesapeake had a different stick and once again it kept her busy stirring up the water's surface. The eleven heifers from the O'Hara's herd watched me from a distance. Cows are smarter than you might think.
I used the 1969 Massey tractor as my mode of transportation to the back fields of Watershed Farm on the 12th Concession of King Township. The Holsteins were curious as to what colours I might have in the bucket of the tractor and whether anything might be good to eat.
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The family Chesapeake had a different stick and once again it kept her busy stirring up the water's surface. The eleven heifers from the O'Hara's herd watched me from a distance. Cows are smarter than you might think.
I used the 1969 Massey tractor as my mode of transportation to the back fields of Watershed Farm on the 12th Concession of King Township. The Holsteins were curious as to what colours I might have in the bucket of the tractor and whether anything might be good to eat.
For this and much more art, click on Pixels. Thank you.
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