Category: Living the life
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The quiet feathers

After I dropped Hugo and his family at the railway station to begin their journey to Chicago, I drove all the way home to the farm again in an empty car. When I got home I stood in the drive and the silence was almost crushing. I went inside to see if the silence was the same in…
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The Daily View

Do you remember the year I spent taking a picture of the Daily View? Every day. Here it is again. A lot has changed since that year. I need to go back and see what year that was. But it is getting late and I have already spent to much time making my To Do list…
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Nothing like I thought they would be

I said to Mad yesterday, in a comment, that the Spanish Black Turkeys are nothing like I thought they would be. I thought they would quietly slope about like a peacock. Roost in the same place every night like all the other birds. I thought they would sit in the trees and being such a…


