Animals are supposed to know what season is best to rear their young. Some kind of biological clock that tells them when the days are getting longer, the sun is getting warmer, and there is an abundant feed supply. Apparently, the animals around here have lost their watches. Oh sure, the goats can blame me [...]
It was bound to happen. Even the cutest of kittens has a tendency to spread his claws and kill. But, still, my heart dropped when I happened to glance out the window during my morning coffee and saw Little Bit dragging a body through the woods. It was bad enough I woke to the chickens [...]
Do you know what this is?
It’s an air plant. I bought several of these to decorate my beach room. I know, I know. A beach room? Have the kids grown up so much that I am actually decorating my rooms in themes? Themes other then Big-Enough-To-Put-the-Exersaucer-And-Still-Walk-By-Room or the Room-With-Chocolate-Milk-Stains-On-Carpet? My, how time flies. Can you [...]
Silly baby goats, slides and wagons are for…
Well, then. Enjoy!
You won’t look back and laugh at everything. Which is why you haven’t heard about how we lost Applejacks and Ray-Ray last summer. There wasn’t anything funny about how we found Applejacks lying still in the woods. Or how we held Ray-Ray through the night and hoped that at least he would survive the colic [...]
Some people are born to farm. Some people are born on a farm. Every once in a while, the stars line up, the Fates smile down, God snaps His fingers, and a child who is born to farm is born on a farm. And you get this:
As it turns out, Bruno is NOT actually white.
It’s a wobbly walk from the end of the garden to the mailbox. Underneath what looks like a smooth stretch of grass (OK, what we call grass–the green weedy stuff interspersed with yellow flowers that covers dirt in the summer time) are the old hills and valleys of someone’s farm field. You can’t see these [...]
Everything we do has a reason. All of our actions are the result of careful research, proven technique, and effective cost analysis. We’re professionals.
For example, we do not rescue unhatched eggs because we “feel bad” for them. We accept the cycle of life. The survival of the fittest. We’re professionals.
Guess what else I found? My pictures from the Fourth of July! I love the Fourth of July. We go to the same small town parade every year. By small town, I mean we drive 20 miles out into the country from our rural community to theirs. That’s small.
The parade starts at the center of [...]