Near the road, a visiting crow investigates manure and possibilities, we have casualties; Lancer has his front leg limp again – Rev is also limping with an injured tendon, muscle, knee, right, rear, requiring rest and what might be evidence of rooster activity on the torn edge of his ear – worst and saddest of all Little John is forced to wear the cone of silence to prevent licking the ointment from a stubborn cut on his leg – everyone else is well, Isaboo has lost her shoes, is nicely trimmed and barefoot on the growing lawn, chickens are preforming marvelous garden cleaning and providing eggs, Sterling is hunting and avoiding the gardeners, sunny brightness shining through leafless trees, high thin clouds making an attempt, time slipping by to the chorus of peepers back in business.