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…
I told Addie to make her bed. I wonder where she plans on sleeping……. The catfish looks stressed out by all the new residents on the bed. Only a six-year-old. 🙂
Females have a remarkable ability. They can tote about an itsy-bitsy egg until it is fertilized, let another small human develop a complete, tiny body inside them with an extremely accommodating belly then extract the little creature via painful pushes and sometimes incisions. A truly amazing process. I have a good friend who has done…
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…
Disclaimer. I love my husband and am so happy he thinks of me often. A few weeks ago I mentioned I would like new towels. The navy towels I bought for us at a department store 7 years ago were disintegrating rapidly. They had served long and well yet featured holes and torn seams. “Time…
Some things get worse with age. Onions, potatoes, garlic, computers, grey hair, flab, swimming pools and Wal-Mart’s. Just to name a few. Other things get better with age. Wine, certain cheeses, men, movies (with Hugh Jackman, Robert Redford, Julia Andrews, Charlton Heston and Meryl Streep. Obviously, not all on the same film), books and true…
Since I introduced y’all to Rachel the calf last week she has experienced drama, love and fine cuisine as well as making several friends. A well-rounded first week of life if you ask me. Addie, Gus, Rob and I were her first friends. Then the chickens joined in the fun. Unfortunately our dog, Nosey, did…
Each year, to celebrate another 12 months of wedded bliss, my husband and I sail off for an exotic, sun-soaked vacation. We bath in the warmth of life, drink the wine of love all while white-robed, tan-skinned attendants tend to our every need. NOT! But we do make it a point each year to skip town…
This Wednesday began perfectly brilliant and I thought “hmm, I’ve got heaps of time to walk on this beautiful, sunny day”. This resulted in my procrastination to the evening hours which brought not only low light but rain and cold. Pitter patter on my head was the tune I danced to along our back forty. …
I like to plant my onions anywhere from the 15th to the 18th of January. Don’t ask me why, that’s just what I’ve always done and I’ve pretty much had good onions and I’m not a big fan of change….so there ya’ go. But this year I didn’t plant until yesterday, the 25th! Horrors! But…
The Wicked Chicken 