Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Chloe Pup ran circles around me in her excitement about going for a walk, but at the gate beside the meadow fence she sat down to wait. Too many zaps from the electric fence taught her to fear an unseen enemy in that area. Even though the grass along the fence was mowed evenly, she was taking no chances. When I came back, she leaped and bounded out the field lane ahead of me.

At the first house she sniffed at the dead bluebird babies I tossed out and waited till I marked into my booklet, the casualty of our cool, wet weather earlier in the week. As we crested the hill, wild turkeys in the o...