As
I said yesterday, we never know what we’ll see when we look out our windows.
Last weekend, Hubby looked glanced out to find a calf grazing on our front lawn
under the weeping golden willow. He knew right away who it was.
The
youngest of the calves, Penelope is also much smaller. Unlike the other Porky
Pigs on our place, she always seems to have better things to do than eat all
the time—like play-fighting (with the bushes, if no one else will play) or sight-seeing.
Her self-assurance and diminutive proportions lend themselves easily to escaping
from fences so she can better explore the world outside her pasture. Her mama,
Petunia, calls her back but is largely ignored.
Penelope’s
theme song, Born Free, is from an old movie of the same name
which readers of my generation will easily recall:
Born free
As free as the
wind blows
As free as the
grass grows
Free to follow
your heart….
The
other day, Hubby announced that the sister of a good friend is expecting a baby
girl. They’ve chosen to name her Penelope.
“Good
luck keeping her in the crib,” I replied.
“…He
sent Me to…announce freedom to all captives, pardon all prisoners.” –ISAIAH 61:1
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