Unsuspecting

In the early mist of a winter’s dawn beaded dew hangs, undecided, cattle with laden udders puff balloons of warm air, huddle in the cosy comfort of each other, agitated, aching, cud chewing. The farmer, dutifully awake, strides across the field, stout stick in hand, marching, waking cadence, unsuspecting. a blinding flash, silent stillness, pausing,…Read more Unsuspecting

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