It was mid-July, the air was heavy and the suffocating humidly pressed down around the herd. The scent of coming summer rains grew stronger as the low rolls of thunder rumbled in the distance.
The wind held its breath in warning before exhaling a chilling breeze, the lightning heavy wall of rain traveled behind and arrived full of spit and fury. As the wind twisted, time seemed to bend and then once again the pasture was still.
It was a common Minnesota storm, quick to come, quick to go, no warnings or apologies, leaving in its wake both the wonder of God’s protection and the prayer soaked silence that envelopes you when you realize that all is not well.
The calm found Fern shaken and confused, her left eye torn from the socket and crushed.
With love and care her wounds were tended and time brought both healing and comfort.
Later that year she was generously donated to the ranch.
Fern navigates life through grace and her deeply kind right eye. She has turned her disabilities into great moments of possibilities as she provides both adventure and respite to those she meets.