Since we’re settled in one spot early enough (and because we’re all sick of winter), the girls and I thought
Tree hugger. If pounds and pounds of honey weren’t enough to quench our sweet tooth (umm…the honey’s already gone…), Jack
More than once, Jack’s given me flak about all the special treatment the horses get. The sweet feed. The blanketing.
The slivers. The dry, chapped skin. The unkempt nails. The blood. All for the cause. (And not NEARLY as much blood
It’s been a long time since the girls have gone outside. I go out every morning before dawn to feed
Thank you Claire for taking care of the cats. (She’s always been good at chores).
Dried mealworms: the way to every hen’s heart. Little Red getting some serious hang time. If you ever want to
I understand now why the cats keep sneaking inside and come directly upstairs. (They seem to have forgotten how the
Horses are incredibly smart, but sometimes they need very simple instructions especially when it comes to eating. They’ll probably still mess
There have been a few mornings I’ve woken up, let the horses out and checked their water to find a
Jack is really big on waste not, want not. He drags food scraps out to compost, uses grass clippings as
Gawl, Jack. She’s only one… Okay. So he wasn’t really making her work. She certainly wanted to help though.
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