A fence is a grid of separation. It’s used to keep some of us inside and to keep others of us outside. When Arthur the goat first arrived, he was wild and lost in his new home. He wouldn’t eat; everything frightened him. I did my best to help, but he didn’t know what people were. Then Edgar Rice Burro came to the edge of the grid to say hello and Arthur started to eat. That’s when the break-outs began. I meant to keep his little self safe from bigger animals until he could grow up some, but once he found the Grandfather Horse, it was just impossible.
Anna Blake, Infinity Farm.
(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo- I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. My photos are taken with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high tech.)