The Sentinels Watching the Fire in the Sky.
The sky to the west was fiery as I buried the little nanny kid that was just born because the mother laid on its head and smothered it. I found it just after it happened as it was still limp as could be. In the long run, it will help the big little billy kid to get more so he can grow bigger, I hope. Maybe some good can come out of it; I at least had a pretty sky, while doing an unpleasant task.