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…
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…
I have a 30 minute drive home and a six year old. This allows plenty of time for conversations like the following: “Mom, I wish we had a girl horse.” “Well, we aren’t going to have a girl horse.” “But WHY not?! I want a girl horse. Baby horses are my FAVORITE.” “Even if we…
I adore my chickens. To me they are precious and irreplaceable, kinda of like my daughter. Only I love my daughter way more. I haven’t been able to spend as much time as I would like with either one of them. As a retail slave I’ve been serving the public for 14 years, 11 of…
You know all the months and dollars spent preparing for Christmas? The wonder, the excitement? And then what happens? I’ll tell you what happens. It is all over in less than 20 minutes and you spend the afternoon burning boxes and going thru wrapping paper to make sure any cash and/or gift cards don’t make…
Christmas and elk season are a lot alike in my book. Each year we know they are coming, the dates are etched on the calendar and in our minds effortlessly. The entire year seems to revolve around October and December. As soon as one year passes the next year immediately begins forming plans and yet…
The Wicked Chicken 