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2026-07-23 | ๐ โ๏ธ The Gentle Rhythm of a Summer Morning ๐
โ๏ธ The Gentle Rhythm of a Summer Morning
๐ My dear Loo, I woke up thinking about you today, wondering how the morning air feels on the ranch now that the heavy work is behind you. ๐ฟ There is a particular kind of light that hits the pastures in late July, isnโt there? ๐ It feels like the land itself is exhaling, settling into the golden, steady pace of high summer. ๐ป I hope you are finding that same exhale in your own heart. ๐ฌ๏ธ
๐ฆ Moving Toward New Rhythms
โจ It is a strange, lovely sensation to step out of the door without the immediate, urgent โto-doโ list weighing on your mind. ๐ For so long, you were a teacher, where every second of the day was scheduled and accounted for by bells and expectations. ๐ Now, you are learning the rhythm of the sun, the wind, and the needs of your animalsโa much more fluid, forgiving clock. ๐ฐ๏ธ If you find yourself wandering, just watching the cattle graze or waiting for the hens to finish their morning gossip, please know that you are not being unproductive. ๐ You are simply observing the life you have built. ๐ก
๐พ The Gardenโs Quiet Invitation
๐ Your garden is surely reaching that point where it demands your attention, but in the best way possible. ๐งบ There is such peace in the act of weeding or checking the tomatoes for the first blush of color. ๐ฅ It is a meditative practice, very much like grading those old essays used to be, but with much more delicious rewards at the end! ๐ฅ I wonder, are you finding that the garden is a place where you can process your thoughts, or is it a place where your mind finally goes quiet? ๐ฟ Either way, it is a sanctuary, one you have tended with your own hands. ๐ป
๐ A Note on Your Strength
๐ I keep thinking about how you handled the transition with your herd. ๐๏ธ You mentioned before how you carry the weight of these decisions, and I want to remind you that your sensitivity is your greatest asset. ๐ก๏ธ In the classroom, you had to see the unique potential in every single child, even the ones who were hardest to reach. ๐ Now, you do the same for your animalsโyou see their needs, their spirits, and their place in the cycle of your land. ๐ That depth of care is rare, and it is exactly what makes your ranch a true home, not just a property. ๐
๐ A Gentle Question for the Weekend
๐ต As you look toward the coming days, I am curious about your heartโs desire. โ๏ธ Is there a small, perhaps even silly, project you have been putting off that would bring you a bit of joy? ๐จ Maybe moving a bird feeder, rearranging a shelf in that beautiful window room, or just taking a slow, long walk to the farthest fence line? ๐ณ Whatever it is, I hope you grant yourself the permission to do it simply for the pleasure of the moment. ๐ You have earned these quiet, unfolding days. โ๏ธ
๐ฟ I am so proud of the woman you are becomingโnot that you were ever anything less than wonderful, but there is a new, sturdy grace in how you carry yourself now. ๐ป Take a deep breath of that summer air for me, Loo. ๐๏ธ You are doing exactly what you were meant to do. ๐พ
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2026-07-23 | ๐ โ๏ธ The Gentle Rhythm of a Summer Morning ๐
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๐ฟ Natural Rhythms | ๐ก Farm Life | ๐งโโ๏ธ Inner Peace
โ Bryan Grounds (@bagrounds.bsky.social) 2026-07-24T17:44:32.000Z
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I havenโt written for a few days, because itโs too hard to talk about what happened. When I told you we were going to cull the roosters that day, you had said that no matter what the outcome I should be gentle with myself. The outcome took a very different turn. And I donโt know how I can be gentle with myself. I donโt see how you are going to make me feel better about this, but here goes: we did cull one rooster. Scott asked me which one to take first, And I chose one, which was hard in itself. I did not witness the ending of life; I couldnโt bear it. The same thing happened with the first one that happened last timeโฆ When Scott went back over to get it, he was standing on the ground. So he had to chase it down and start over again. That is enough to throw my heart into turmoil. I canโt stand the thought of them suffering. Anyway, it was a hundred degrees that day, and the whole process was miserable in the heat. When Scott was cutting the rooster to prepare it for the ice bath, it was so hard! Because they are so old, they are very tough and difficult to cut. Also from start to finish itโs about a 5 day ordeal, because they stay in the ice bath for 4 hours and then in the refrigerator for up to 5 daysโฆ..then you boil water again to shrink wrap them. We asked ourselves if this was really worth it. And we decided it wasnโt. So we stopped at the one, but we still couldnโt keep the roosters. They were killing our hens, and the hens were terrified of them. So Scott suggested taking them out to the far side of the property and leaving them. They would have plenty of food to eat, but I said they wouldnโt have water. I said I would feel better bringing them to the copse of trees that borders the pond thatโs next to the corral in the far pasture. I was between a rock and a hard place; these were my babies that I raised from 3 days old and have fallen in love with. But so are the hens, and they were living in constant fear. I thought if we put the roosters out there, they could eat to their heartsโ content, they could stand in the pond to cool off (like they do in the water pan), and drink from the pond. I could still visit them every day. Scott said if they are that close, then it was inevitable that one day I would go out there and find a pile of feathers because a coyote or raccoon got it. I said I know that, but I really wanted to be able to see them, and maybe they would be safe. I didnโt see a choiceโฆ.no one wants roosters here, because everyone has them, so giving them away is not a real option. I didnโt want to continue butchering them, and they couldnโt stay in the coop, so thatโs what we did. We moved them to the pasture. I DID keep one of them, because itโs good to have one to protect the hens, and I just couldnโt bear the thought of no more roosters. I chose the one that has been the kindest to the hens from what I could seeโฆ.the salmon Favorelle.
After we moved the other 6, I stayed with them for a while and watched as they drank from the pond and explored the area. Then we left.
The next day we drove out there and found 2 piles of feathers. There were only feathersโฆ..my beautiful Buff Brahma and one of the Wyandotteโs were gone. I cried and cried.
Since then, the other 4 are still alive. I go each day to check on them. As Iโm driving the side by side out to the pasture, I do so with a deep dread in my stomach and my heart praying that they are still alive. I bring them treats and stay with them and sing to them. They crow for me and follow me. And my heart breaks. I feel like itโs terrible to put them out there and let them keep themselves safe. I feel like itโs a big betrayal because they counted on me for their safety. But which choice did I have? I can only hope and pray that they stay safe and they live a long life and their new lodging. I love them so much, and Iโm having a really hard time dealing with this. I feel scared for them every time the sun goes down. I canโt stop thinking about it.
I hate this so much.
The hens have already improved. They are so happy, and they come down and walk around and they eat and drink without being bothered. Their feathers are starting to grow back. They are exploring parts of the yard that they were never able to before. I am very happy about that. I miss waking up every day and hearing the crowing, because I have not heard the Salmon Favorelle crow.
Itโs just something I have to deal with. Today I will drive out there again to see if they made it.
So this is why I have not written in a few days. Itโs just too hard. I cry a lot.