I dropped the hay for my burros into the feeders under the gathering moonlight, and stood there watching and listening as the munching and crunching commenced. The first stars were shining and the hooting of an owl echoed off a far hillside. Interesting cloud formations stood out against the fading sunset. Amazing how far north the sun has marched . . . For a few moments I forgot about the nuclear disaster in Japan, and the tragedy that sadly took a young local boy’s life this week. Or that my son has autism and I don’t know who will take care of him if he can’t take care of himself after we’re gone. There are some big questions in life that don’t have any answers. Sometimes a few quiet moments simply listening to animals eat helps me to accept that so much in this world doesn’t make sense and never will.