One of the most peaceful places I know, is in the barn, late at night.  Away from the rest of the world, the only sounds that are heard is the slow, methodical chewing of hay…

The clanging of the stanchions as the cows jockey for position, trying to find the spot and the soft, low rumblings of the mothers gently calling their calves.

And it’s at Christmas time, that this place seems all the more special.  With all the cows warmly enveloped in a hundred year old barn, there is no noise, no stress, no commotion.  Just the quiet, continuing cycle of peace and contentment.  And that is my wish for you and this world.  Merry Christmas.