I am sitting on my new-to-me sofa. It is in my new living room and I’m staring at a blank wall that will one day house a book shelf, television, various geodes, paintings and an elk shed or two. Two only if I find another one, ha! I have the internet. It is amazing. We aren’t…
Hello everyone! I can’t believe it’s been almost 2 months since I’ve been able to blog. Lots has happened, including but not limited to the following. A) I painted my front door green. B) It’s a bad, bright green therefore I am going to have to repaint it. C) The cows are settled in their new…
I love all the seasons but evenings in the spring are really something special. I jumped out at a stop sign on my way home from work to snap this little slice of tranquility. Have a great Sunday everyone!
As most of you know, Rachel had friends. Her friends recently got to big to rope and had to go home. Rachel was a little upset, until she figured out she could work the gate open and go visit the horse pasture….. “Hi Mama! Got any extra milk!?” “Nevermind Mama! I got some running to…
The Cherokee County Junior Livestock Show was a highlight of my youth from the time I was around 8 years old until I was 17. I showed broilers, of course. Always held in late March the weather is cold, windy and wet but never enough to dampen the lively atmosphere and contagious excitement of hundreds…
As spring rings in its sweetness our sweet little Rachel is finally starting to grow a bit faster. The sunshine is helping I am sure, here she is waving her ear at me….. “I’m waiting on my bottle Mama, I’m not weaned yet you know!” “I like my friends Mama, why don’t you give them…
So it has been raining for something like 5 days. And I am growing mold on my person. The horses are safely tucked inside the barn and the calves found a gate left slightly ajar Sunday afternoon. They made a run for it. First they all ran right…. Then they all ran left….. Then they…
Rachel will turn one month old next week and finally got some friends in her own species group. Mind you these are not permanent friends, they’ll go back to their own home in a few months, but she doesn’t seem to mind. One friend even looks a bit like her, only our Rachel is WAY…
Rachel has rapidly gone from small, somewhat defenseless, calf to charging, milk-crazed manic. I had the pleasure of caring for her almost exclusively this week. My legs are bruised, my arms are sore and I ate dirt for breakfast Wednesday morning when, apparently, her bottle was insufficient. I guess by running to and butting me…
So I kinda have a ‘thing’ for baby cows. The problem is most of the time we get baby calves to borrow (for my husband and step-son to rope) and when they get too big we must return them. Then came Rachel. Rachel arrived on a cold, rainy afternoon last week, confined in the toolbox…
The Wicked Chicken 