Sunday: It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas... The tune lilts through my head as I look around the house, but while there is probably a tree in the grand hotel, and while friends have been
8:15: Coffee It's after 8:00; I'm still in bed, under covers, and I've only REALLY been awake for about 15 minutes. Over and over, I have to explain this. I don't do early mornings unless I
Kniggett stood perfectly for shearing. He always had; every shearing since his first, Kniggett stood rooted more than tied. He seemed to enjoy having his hot wool stripped off row by row,
Sunday... 7:29 am. I'm still curled up in bed, asleep enough to be dreaming, when the phone goes off. I don't check it, letting the caller go to voicemail. I snuggle back into the
Let me be crystal clear: I didn't NEED any more chickens. Cluckingham Palace is currently home to 11 laying chickens, 1 lavender turkey hen, and, of course, Arthur of Camelot. I currently
I know. I know. That phrase usually belongs to Christmas, and I love Christmas, but whoever first coined that phrase and applied it to Christmastime obviously didn't know the joys of springtime
Let's be honest. You don't need to follow this blog very long to realize that, on this sixty (plus or minus) animal, 100 acre ranch, the chickens basically rule the roost. They
My bipedal servants seem to think that I owe you an apology. I think they're wrong...but they do refill the hay nets on demand, and I believe that they have access to grain, even though they don't
Do you guys remember my three little turkey peeps from last year? The ones we rescued from the feed store when it became clear that they were quickly destined to be dinner? We lost one little
It's almost like there's a script, a list of exact lines shared with the rest of the world, but not with me. Every. Single. Time. I say I have llamas. "Oh...Aren't they mean?"
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