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.
When I was a toddler, my maternal grandfather decided his four little granddaughters needed the experience of bottle feeding a lamb.