RE: жетва
03-15-2017, 09:55 PM
Point [100]
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There's a strong wind today, coming up from the south. Real warm. You can't feel it as much in town, but today Angel, Visnin, Bud and I went up north to herd a bunch of sheep south to Robison. We bicycled up the highway, which I've only gone on a few times. There's another creek, bigger than the one in Robison so it still has water all year, and the bridge over it is a lot worse than the one over ours so we walked our bikes carefully. There's also a bunch of river forest with grey-leaved ash trees that we heard whistling noises from that sounded almost human. Weird birds!
So, why did we go up to the old crossroads, where all the houses are dead except for the store that's perpetually got a "Come Back Later!" sign and a grandma who goes around on crutches in her backyard garden? Well, one of the farmers who lived out here up-and-left north for the big city a good month ago and never came back, and now his farmhand Jacob wants to get out of dodge and stop looking after his hundredhead of sheep in case old Casey comes back. This Casey guy was apparently going to look for his kid who was still going to school up in the big city when the Day of Light hit, but everyone here knows there's pretty much no way the son could've survived. And definitely no way Casey survived, since there's nasty looters just twenty miles north in the old capital - gotta be twice as bad up in what's left of the big city. Even if he does come back, there's no way he can fault us for killing a few of the sheep after he abandoned them. Jacob met us at the pasture a little west of the highway and showed us how to spook the sheep so they'd keep moving. Then the five of us plus Jacob's four dogs herded the flock south back down the highway. The sheep didn't like walking into the wind and sometimes they'd just all stop moving as a group. It was especially hard getting them through the creek zone, because they kept going for all the plants. Finally we got 'em down to the field just across the creek from Robison and got them grazing on the kinda browning grass. We'll have to put in fencing to make sure they don't just graze everything at once, but the rest of the village will help with that. Bud gave Jacob his horse Easter, and some supplies, and Jacob said thanks and went south. He wouldn't be persuaded to stay on in Robison - said he was originally from the deserts in the south, and didn't want to stick around for another winter up here.
The whistling we heard in the bushes reminds me of some sort of dream I had, I think. A voice speaking words I couldn't understand, seeing something many-stranded growing that consumed everything terrible about the world along with everything good and just made something new. That's a weirdly . . . beautiful? image. But also sad. I should draw it so I don't forget.
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There's a strong wind today, coming up from the south. Real warm. You can't feel it as much in town, but today Angel, Visnin, Bud and I went up north to herd a bunch of sheep south to Robison. We bicycled up the highway, which I've only gone on a few times. There's another creek, bigger than the one in Robison so it still has water all year, and the bridge over it is a lot worse than the one over ours so we walked our bikes carefully. There's also a bunch of river forest with grey-leaved ash trees that we heard whistling noises from that sounded almost human. Weird birds!
So, why did we go up to the old crossroads, where all the houses are dead except for the store that's perpetually got a "Come Back Later!" sign and a grandma who goes around on crutches in her backyard garden? Well, one of the farmers who lived out here up-and-left north for the big city a good month ago and never came back, and now his farmhand Jacob wants to get out of dodge and stop looking after his hundredhead of sheep in case old Casey comes back. This Casey guy was apparently going to look for his kid who was still going to school up in the big city when the Day of Light hit, but everyone here knows there's pretty much no way the son could've survived. And definitely no way Casey survived, since there's nasty looters just twenty miles north in the old capital - gotta be twice as bad up in what's left of the big city. Even if he does come back, there's no way he can fault us for killing a few of the sheep after he abandoned them. Jacob met us at the pasture a little west of the highway and showed us how to spook the sheep so they'd keep moving. Then the five of us plus Jacob's four dogs herded the flock south back down the highway. The sheep didn't like walking into the wind and sometimes they'd just all stop moving as a group. It was especially hard getting them through the creek zone, because they kept going for all the plants. Finally we got 'em down to the field just across the creek from Robison and got them grazing on the kinda browning grass. We'll have to put in fencing to make sure they don't just graze everything at once, but the rest of the village will help with that. Bud gave Jacob his horse Easter, and some supplies, and Jacob said thanks and went south. He wouldn't be persuaded to stay on in Robison - said he was originally from the deserts in the south, and didn't want to stick around for another winter up here.
The whistling we heard in the bushes reminds me of some sort of dream I had, I think. A voice speaking words I couldn't understand, seeing something many-stranded growing that consumed everything terrible about the world along with everything good and just made something new. That's a weirdly . . . beautiful? image. But also sad. I should draw it so I don't forget.
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