"Ok," I said, "tell me why this wouldn't work." John, God bless the man, was standing in my chicken coop with an ice breaker, chipping away at the mass of chicken shit and ice that was preventing
I forgot to step tall over the hot wire. I felt my rubber muck boot catch the bottom wire of the horse fence. My ankle caught the strand that I had strung there this summer. My knees hit the
I'm beginning to think that Spring in the Midwest is really just a nasty rumor. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I do, after all, live in Central Illinois. Weather seldom makes a whole lot
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