
Somebody’s Sorry
It’s okay, Raven. A few days ago, my morning reverie was the sound of Kate shrieking in a pre-dawn hour
It’s okay, Raven. A few days ago, my morning reverie was the sound of Kate shrieking in a pre-dawn hour
Hello, crawdaddy-o. I was walking the pasture fenceline a month ago to cut back the brush and to make sure
Licorice with a couple of her adorable chicks. It’s spring. And around here, spring means babies. Baby mulberries. Baby raspberries.
Can you see what she sees? What do driveway puddles, frog hunting, bananas and bees have to do with each
Happy 21st Birthday Stoney!!! Stoney turned twenty-one at the end of April, so we celebrated in style because, after all,
Watch out, Evelyn! We’ve been enjoying some impressive spring thunderstorms that have helped the grass green up and scared the
The hive entrance dusted with yellow dandelion pollen. Jack can’t help himself. He’s obsessed. With bees. Really, it’s not all
Since Stoney has lived in our backyard, first in Iowa and now (sometimes literally) in Indiana, he has come a
Licorice has her game face on. Guess who’s broody again! This good little mother hen (the girls call her Licorice
Stoney coming in for a sliding stop at his breakfast. Whoa! The grass has started poking up and though Dancer’s
Our quite impressive australorp rooster. When our neighbor started out our flock in Indiana by giving us three chicks, who
Petting Stoney on the way out to swing. Part of Stoney’s job is to keep the grass grazed down, so
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