Not even the most vivid recollection could mask the smell, the stillness, the power of the Sahara desert which stretched around me like orange waves in every direction.
One Night in the Sahara
WHAT THE ANIMALS TAUGHT ME: Stories From Sugarfield Farm
The first thing I learned after Pony left was that farmers don't have time for banjos and that the hard day's work never ends. The language you learn to speak with the animals doesn't stop being spoken when the sun goes down. No matter the hour, each quack, cluck, whinny or bleat has to be analyzed and answered to.
Travel Like Bird 