It’s set to be a gorgeous, blue-sky 50′ February weekend in Portland. Let’s take a field trip to a farm to see the animals.
When we get to the farm, we’ll visit the sow Blackula, lying in her pen “in the mud to consider herself.” (She is being closely watched from a fence post by the “excellent clamberer,” the cat Jeoffrey).
Off to the left, there’s a field of sheep. There are both black-faced sheep “not shrewd like the pig,” and gray sheep on a stony hill. (The farmers tell tall tales of sheep children.) There are cows, of course, and ponies who “come gladly out of the willows / To welcome” us, and horses and a mule.