Mother Nature is a tease. This time of year has to be the hardest to bear because of the discontinuity of the season. A touch of color in the Lenten Roses outside my front door and then the next day, the wind ripping through the fir trees bringing down huge limbs on them. Crocuses are next; bright yellow and blue along a… (more…)
It just occurred to me that I hadn’t said word one about the most productive critters of my little homestead. My hens. First, just a general observation from a farm newbie…. that saying, “Madder than a wet hen”?? I don’t get it. My girls are out there when it rains, soaking wet, scratching and pecking away. Until it turns into the… (more…)