The farm crew members have harvested the corn in the far back field. I enjoy walking along the newly-cut field at sunset, sort of a Romantic Millet’s Gleaners feeling with the crows circling and geese dropping down in the apricot light and single ears of corn here and there, mostly stripped of kernals this late in the day. Not actually very romantic to think of people actually living on these meager pickings.
Jesse takes frequent daytime naps on cold days but still spends his nights out.
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