In the far distance is Bennachie, fifteen miles north of Garlogie, and between there and here is Loch Skene, rest point for thousands of migrating geese, some of whom just flew over Garlogie woods, honking to let the world know they had made it safely for another year.
These fields are edged with centuries old drystane dykes; the farmers have so far resisted removing them to make bigger fields to bring in bigger machines.
And this thirty stone bale of winter Weetabix, glowing in late sunshine, is reason enough for the cows to hold their own harvest thanksgiving, if not now, then maybe January.
In Psalm 104 the Lord is praised for His care of creation – including geese and cows!
The birds of the sky nest by the waters;
they sing among the branches.
He waters the mountains from his upper chambers;
the land is satisfied by the fruit of his work.
He makes grass grow for the cattle,
and plants for people to cultivate—
bringing forth food from the earth.
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