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Sticky Face.
I thought I would be clever and upended the somewhat empty frozen gallon flagon of molasses, jammed it into Daisy’s feeder so it dripped into her hay and let them fool around with it for the day. OOPS! Then leaving Queenie to clean up the last of it Daisy went outside to bury her head…
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The bees are alive, and beating the cold back with a stick.
I know that the cold (we are below freezing for a while now: 3F (-17C) this morning) might try and make us feel bleak. Pulling at the loose threads of our cardi’s trying to unravel us. Butting heads with our warm outlooks. But look what we can do in the cold. Pasture-raised chicken on the…
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We will see what we think
Now, how can you possibly see what you think. Imagine if we were all walking about with the picture of what we were thinking flying about our heads for all to see. Thank goodness you cannot see what I am thinking . But let us see what we think. I was talking to my friend…
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A Cold Beauty is it’s own Consolation
When I wake up in the cold mornings, with the howling skies and the winds so sharp and clear they cut your teeth. The ground is hard as pure hate. The ice lurking dark and deep under the snow. I cannot believe that there will ever again be a morning when I sit getly on…
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Meet Al: The Berkshire Boar
When the time came for Sheila to break out the lippie and hop the limo to visit the Boar, she very quietly followed me onto the trailer, was driven 15 minutes down the road and very quietly unloaded herself. No fuss. Not interested in her treats at all. But very interested in all these little…
The Kitchen's Garden 