I have run all kinds of scenarios through my head this season – trying to come up with a solution for the tweeny ducklings so they could have shelter and a run. It was not going to work putting them in with the big…
It rained all day yesterday. Real wet soaking rain. So the ducks and I practiced all day going in and out of their new home.
As I work even harder to feed my animals without buying feed in plastic bags the sprouting gets more and more important. As we know plastic is not going anywhere but into the piles and landfills in our respective countries. It is quite simply…
Yesterday was an ordinary day in that people arrived, people left, a few stayed, ducks pushed their boundaries, Molly came home, it rained, plans changed, morphed, reorganized themselves – an ordinary day. But the images I collected for you in the last of the…
Or four and a half inches of rain depending on your preference. My titles seldom make any sense. I write almost every day and never get around to putting thought into my titles.
Calves are often hard to find – but they are never lost.
This has got to be my favourite photo of Sheila ever.
Yesterday the fog hung thick. Blanketing the earth for the whole day. Usually, a fog will lift in the late morning but yesterday we shoved through the sodden visible air for the whole day.
Was that the last summer day?
“Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life”. Lord Byron