(Above: Between the mists and the hills – compost mounds – covered with frost-browned grass, this almost seemed another land.)
12/6/2020
Morning of 12/6/2020: A bluebird perched atop the garden fence as I wrote. 
Another morning activity: filling and placing 7 new Moo-Magic bags at the compost stand. 
More grey clouds signify a return of cold weather. 
Post-dusk earthwork. This is the picture of a hole I have just begun to dig for the outdoor sink’s drainage field. 
The pipelines for the sink are now almost entirely glued. I simply need to install a couple spigots and connect it all to the water source. 
This is the salad that accompanied last night’s dinner of Pork & Onion rice noodles. Unfortunately, I was too busy consuming the latter to remember picturing the main course.
12/7/2020
Lunch today: Sushi of utmost quality from the Sushi Bistro. 
About 2 PM, the grey skies departed and unveiled an open cerulean sky. 
Bovines awaiting lunch and/or dinner. 
#436 performing a very neat calving. 2 water-bags out, neither broken. 
Another picture of the vast blue firmament. 
I continued digging the drainage pit beneath the sink and was inevitably able to stand in it. 
And sit in it. 
First person POV. It was a quiet and comfortable place of repose.
12/8/2020
Dawn of 12/8/2020: As the sun peeks above the horizon, a bovine concludes her early morning… biological functions. 
Result of #436’s ultra-neat calving: a British Blue hybrid. 
Many paths exhibiting the lengthy shadows of dawn. 
Midday in the south beef pasture (looking north). It was cool and cloudless once again. 
Dusk of 12/8/2020. 
The dinner chuck roast. A 7.5 lb hunk o’ beef coated with olive oil, salt, and pepper then rested for 1 hour on the counter, roasted on a 300 F for 2 hours, 250 F for 2 hours, and rested in the oven for 1 hour. 
It was tremendous.
12/9/2020:
Dawn of 12/9/2020. A light frost was on the ground. 
This day, I took a couple hours’ ritsabittle to journey down roads I have never seen and visit places I have never been. This was my first stop: The Ocala Regional Sportsplex. It is a well-maintained facility, but this morning, the only living entities I found aside from myself were about 50 buzzards. I do not know what they were after, nor am I certain that I would want to know. 
Another stop along the ritsabittle. Sholom Park. I left this picture along with an inspired review on their google business profile: I stopped by Sholom Park during which I spent a goodly 15 minute span reposing on a cool, shady bench near the koi pond (which contained some very sizeable fish). During this time I observed with utmost clarity the fountain streams, perceiving how the outlying droplets – sparkling in the sun – leapt upward, arced gradually, and descended in what appeared to be slow motion. I, too, noted the ravaged top of a lightning struck or storm-torn pine, and the fineness of the ‘fur’ belonging to the other conifers surrounding the pool. Those fifty foot pines bore needles of such delicate nature that they appeared akin to the finest of hair, and their emerald green luster contrasted magnificently against the clear azure sky. 
The third stop on this day’s journey was a pick-up from Aneta’s. Today’s lunch consisted of beet & pork soup (much more delicious than it looks), cabbage salad, and a couple sandwiches (hunter stew & blood sausage). I also procured Madre a fresh salad. 
This is the first Misato Rose Radish I harvested from the garden. 
A closeup. 
This is a close-up of the second radish I harvested. For some reason it possessed a more purple hue. 
An interesting beverage I imbibed just before dinner: 1 tbsp of homemade maple syrup (a gift a business associate), 1.5 tsp of cider vinegar, and ~ 3/4 of a glass of carbonated water. 
Dinner: a small arugula & spinach salad accompanied by a piece of Padre-made pizza.
12/10/2020:
Bovines grooming as the sun peeks through the morning fog. 
A plenitude of bovines were to be observed through diaphanous mists. 
Hilltop trough surrounded by the Herd. 
An Angus Bearcow accompanied by her offspring: a Belgian Blue/Angus Meatloaf. 
The southeast pasture. 
Dusk of 12/10/2020. 
I am uncertain what type of cloud formation this was, but it was certainly unique and reminded me of the spray that comes off of ocean waves. 
A toolbox that Padre and I modified to carry the calf-tagging equipment. 
Slots from left to right: plastic ear-tag pliers, metal ear-tag pliers, portable butane-powered dehorner, castrator pliers, and genetic test collector. 
Dinner: A pan pizza topped with fresh mozzarella, garlic, prosciutto, and arugula.
12/11/2020:
Dawn of 12/11/2020. 
Between the mists and the hills (compost mounds) covered with brown grass, this almost seemed another land. 
One of the morning projects: gluing the outdoor sink’s waterline to the main feed and filling in the ditch. 
British Blues, like Belgian Blues, seem to favor laying in holes. The new longhorn-blue hybrid out of #335 is no different in this regard. 
How many cows are in your burger? 
Sister-bovines accompanied by their offspring (both British Blues). The creature in the foreground is an especially sizeable newborn weighing nearly 100 pounds. 
The contrivance I intend to place above the drainage pit for the outdoor sink. My hope is that it will provide enough room for any wayward foliage while also retaining the maximum-absorption / erosion-halting function of a leach-field.
12/12/2020:
Morning of 12/12/2020. Bovines peering at me under the Jacobhouse as I fill in the drainage pit beneath the outdoor sink. 
The filled in drainage pit beneath the outdoor sink. 
Bovines lounging on a hill just outside of Jacobhouse. 
An unfortunate incident concerning a damp bag of salt. I stood it up and the side split. 
Most of salt ended up in my boot. 
A prime British Blue specimen. 
Dusk of 12/12/2020.
Final Note: Another ritsabittle is coming on Tuesday. I do not know where exactly I shall go, but it is going to be sublime.