Friendly Greetings from Down on the Farm. A fall night is well under way, the moon is bright and fairly full, though waning to a new moon, and a warm breeze whispers to the clouds to pass quickly and shed no tears. The deer are in the fields; some rest at quiet repose, or trying to, whilst others prance around in play or duel with antlers in fight. The dew is not safe tonight from trampling hooves.  The horse is chomping on his hay while the cats are curled up inside the bale. The peeps are all roosted on top of a wood box and the ducks are everywhere; some on the pond, some on the shore, some in the barn, and some in the pasture.. and even one on a fencepost. The little calves are tucked into their straw beds, listening to the lullaby of a peep (chicken) snoring, which sounds betwixt a coyote howl and a woodcock's call. One wonders how restful that can be. A lively night for the restful I suppose, with so much commotion going on.