Category: Life
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Chicken Dances
Rooster at the West Barn, enters Stage Left. Tough audience. Cattle Call auditions. I hate them. Though I believe this particular audition was called by the cattle. I knew a guy once, when I was running in such circles, who actually wrote his thesis on the Entrances and Exits of Shakespeare. It was a dry…
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A Creative Life.
It is true – we all have one. A Creative Life. I truly believe we are all artists. Whether in the arrangement of the pillows on our beds, or our book shelves, or the swinging copper pans, or a meal on a plate, or a garden, or a photograph, or the ring on an old…
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The.
This is the only word I have in my head. The. With a Full Stop. (In New Zealand that little dot is called a Full Stop. Here in America they call it a Period). Do you think that ‘The.’ means something? Or nothing. Or maybe it means the beginning – of nothing. All I have in…
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What cold looks like
By the time I got in last night from feeding and bedding down all the creatures it was 16 degrees (-8C) . With wind. They were forecasting an overnight temperature of 7F (-13C) but I have not checked to see what it went down to yet. And it is getting colder – much colder before it warms…
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Flip Side
And so it started to snow. Just a little bit for a long time. And still it was not cold. Not really cold. Just snowing cold. But quite, quite different from the last few weeks of mild winter. Not one of the animals changed any of their behaviours. Only the Miss C animal. I did…
The Kitchen's Garden 