
Farm Babies
The birds are going crazy at the farm. They are mating. They are incubating. Cycling from mating, egg laying, to fledging. And then they start
The birds are going crazy at the farm. They are mating. They are incubating. Cycling from mating, egg laying, to fledging. And then they start
Mother and I and all the dogs went to the farm on our regular midweek trip. John, middle son and the teacher, came with us.
It’s been spring break for most people. Some went out of town. Some tried to go out of town. Some stayed in town. Us? Well,
Rarely do I go to the farm by myself. I wouldn’t want to go by myself all the time. But the few times that I
When you live or work or play on a farm, its the constancy of nature’s dynamics that gets to you. What I mean to say
My brother suggested it first, but in the long standing way he and I have come to acknowledge good ideas, I am going to claim
Laying on my squeaking air mattress, I was wide awake, had been for at least an hour. And its THAT hour, that long hour before
When I was young, one of the best pleasures for me was getting to go barefooted. Soon as I heard the June bugs and lightning
March 3, 2008 Before Jake went to heaven, he took me to look at a piece of Texas land. “Mom, I think you and Dad