Doris the Dorset has earned herself a new name, and she just keeps teaching us all sorts of things whether we want to learn it or not.
Of all the farm animals we had over the years, chickens never made the roster.
One very spry lady once unknowingly taught me where the term “dirt poor” originated.
Back when a tetherball was all it took to entertain.
Back before caller ID, being anonymous was a reality.
Acting fast saved the calf, and impressed the veterinarian.
Is anyone else watching “The Incredible Dr. Pol,” televised on National Geographic channels? It’s become columnist Judie Sutherland’s winter treat.
A publication sits on my desk regarding regulations in the holistic food market, with all sorts of subsets of considerations listed in a long article.
A downed tree could be the scene of our latest play while doubling as our picnic table.
Not long ago, I had a chat with a wise old fellow, who said he watched so many wide, open farms disappear in to buildings and driveways and parking lots over his lifetime.