The farm chores become markers in the day and add a rhythm to the week. Most of the little glitches (like leaving the hose in the water barrel and draining the entire thing over night, or forgetting to turn off the brooder light on a very hot day) have been straightened out and chores become a pleasure without daily frustrations. In only a matter of weeks the first animals go to the processor and by October we’ll be left with only our laying hens again. This too marks another rhythm to our year and ushers in winter. I think I’ll miss all the activity of the barnyard when the time comes.