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The chickens meet Bald Eagle and Bastard Mink
The white chickens have been putting themselves to bed lately – now that it is cooler – so I have not been closing their big door. With the latest run of late nights in town I let this stand. Focused on other priorities. It did not occur to me to think of eagles and hawks.…
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Bigger. Wider. Better.
I had a good few hours of farming yesterday. The Night Nurse was going to study at home all day which meant we had cover for The Matriarch and I did not need to be told twice. After reading yesterday’s post you will understand why I fairly bolted out the door. White Chickens I spent…
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A Tough Few Days.
With The Matriarch’s Permission. A podcast. Getting old ain’t for sissies. Please share. We have many, many caregivers of elderly relatives from all walks of life out there. There are literally millions of us. Unpaid and untrained living with more responsibility than they can handle but they do. Handle it. This is only one tiny…
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Counting Out The White Chicks
Who is up for a counting game? Would you like to count these white chickens for me? They are so hard to count when they are moving. And a few have scratches on their backs from a night predator of some kind. I need to know if I have lost any. I actually suspect foul…
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Who Checked on You Today?
I read this sentence, this morning. “Who checked on you today? Exactly. So keep focusing on you and get shit done”. How sad that person must be, I thought. Then I thought – I had better check on my people. Make sure they are all ok. Or mostly (because we all say we are OK…
The Kitchen's Garden 