It’s starting to cool off at night. Last night, I moved the smaller girls to the lower part of the valley, and left the boys and big gals up under the tree line. I’m going back up for them this evening. Armin works best in the sunset and they spook less in the lower light. It’s almost time to move to the southern hilltop. I cannot wait. I know the sunflowers overtook the hill a few months ago, and the rain has filled in the lower foothills with grasses higher than my bellybutton. Watching the herd slowly eat their way down the browning hillside is my favorite part of the year. It means the snow is coming; it means frigid nights in the hot tent and in the barn. Cooking on a fire. Clear, icy skies that meet the mountain tops somewhere beyond my line of sight. Two months of rabbit and duck jerky. Coming home for the Yuletide to warm coffee and ciders and the new year. I cannot wait