The gentle slide into summer has continued smoothly right into stereotypical Arkansas June. The combo of temperature and pudding-thick humidity has everyone moving more slowly, seeking shade, steeping in whatever water is available, and ruing the great variety of biting bugs. When not grazing, the cows can be found up to their necks in the pond or lounging on the bank under the huge oaks there. The pigs are hard to even find fully camouflaged in their mud coats and dug into the mossy soil in the deepest woods, only coming to life once the sun is down, the clanging doors of their feeder punctuating the nightly symphony of Whippoorwills, frogs, and cicadas. In their short lives the chickens have not inherited such effective coping skills and 4 birds succumbed to heat stroke after taking refuge from the sun under small clumps of brush in open pasture and failing to visit the water trough often enough. The rest head to the butcher shortly and will be promptly replaced by a fresh batch of chicks and .... turkeys!