Young Bucky is growing up, but he still comes home for naps. Friday he slept with his head down, he was so relaxed and comfortable. Wren and I stayed inside until he’d left on his own. The next day he was back in his bed under the wild plum, and looking at me. He knows he’s safe here during hunting season. This is his sanctuary. As it is mine, and as I intend it to be going forward in whatever ways are needed.