The farm was full of life. Yet Shams felt corralled. He had to make his way through the cattle yard with it’s meandering silos of chattel. Ducks, geese, sheep, goats, lambs, horse, cows, chickens, dogs, cats, rabbits - all running about. And supposedly confined to their pens.
Life was everywhere and with it came the cacophony and myriad perfumes associated with such a lively bunch. It was made all the louder by the spring spawning. Young abounded between the pens, to the point where Shams felt he was stepping over more animals than he was fences. To traverse the yard was a wandering exploration that offered no quick solution.
There was a time when Shams loved this. But he gave that up the third time he stepped in pig shit. And that was only the first day on the job. Today was the last. Before it could end though he had his duties to see to. The animals didn’t care what was going on in his life, he had to still feed and care for them. And with some many new faces in the crowd it was vital that all got the care they needed. His concerns came second.
Or they used to.
Today’s art is courtesy of Peter Boehme from Cologne, Germany.