The goats continue to clear the hillside for the proposed cabin site.
Bango contemplated walking out into the marshland for the lush grass but turned back when she began to sink in the thick mud.
Being lighter in weight than the horse, the goats easily moved out into the riparian area for tender grasses and shrubs.
I took the opportunity to take a walk in the parts of the farm not regularly visited.
This is the area where I planted a bushel of wild ramps last spring in hopes of establishing my own patch of the tasty treat, Allium tricoccum.
I was saddened to see this old snag break. It's where the Bald Eagles hung out during their visit.
Oyster mushroom soggy from the rain. Hoping for another flush.
Decided to take a walk along the creek's path to see what wonders of fall have begun to appear.
The creek is actually the hard stop for this particular browsing area.
Crossing the creek, I headed up into the hardwoods on the hillside.
LOTS of interesting fungi. If anyone can identify any, please comment.
Unfortunately, my conventional farming neighbors don't mind dumping their plastic mulch & used irrigation garbage on my property. Guess I'll have to pay them a visit.
Wonder who lives in this big burrow?
This is at the top of one of the waterways, not on my property. Every time I see it, I wonder if anyone was driving when it went into the ditch.
The headway of the marsh on the farm.
Buttercup browsing in the barnyard paddock. Pax heads over to investigate. Her only reaction to the dog was to fluff up her tail.