
Big Dog. Little Horse.
I drug (literally, had to drag) Raven over to see the horses today. If we’re going to live as one
I drug (literally, had to drag) Raven over to see the horses today. If we’re going to live as one
Knowing another cold snap was coming, we spent the last few days practically living outside. Poor Kate really misses seeing
Literally. I wonder if he’d like a big blue ox to help him…
Jack’s already ordered another hive. Now, we wait for spring.
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
The slivers. The dry, chapped skin. The unkempt nails. The blood. All for the cause. (And not NEARLY as much blood
Dried mealworms: the way to every hen’s heart. Little Red getting some serious hang time. If you ever want to
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
This is our first Indy autumn and honestly, it feels more like a second spring. Sure the leaves are changing
Thankfully this line only broke at a splice. Still, one more thing to do. I think I’ve had it with
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