This chonky rat approached us. She looked old and tired. We gave her grain and wished her peace. She posed for some closeups before slowly moving on.

A calf is born. His mother exhausted. The herd watching from afar. They understand she needs her space. She cleans her son.

The calf attempts to stand. His balance unsure. The calf is eager for his mother’s milk. Her soft sounds encouraging.

The calf takes an unsteady step. His first.

The young bull’s bellows echo through the night sky. His calls unanswered.

The moon quietly resting overhead watching in silence.

The frogs by the pond calling for mates. Their voices loud and in unison.

The darkness embracing the farm. The brisk air a reminder summer has not begun.